SHADE POV
Brooke wouldn't shut up.
I stood with my back to the window, arms crossed, pretending the glass gave me something better to look at than her. It didn't. She filled the whole damn suite. Every step. Every sound. Every flounce of her skirt. Every whine.
The couch was too stiff. The orchids were the wrong white. The lighting made her look tired. And how dare Aria outdress her at a funeral? Like that was possible.
I stopped listening halfway through the second hour. Somewhere between her complaining about the seat on the flight and whether or not Aria was trying to make a statement by wearing something so "tastefully grief-forward."
"We did have fun once." She dropped it like bait.
I didn't move. Didn't give her the satisfaction.
She stood, smoothing the front of her shirt li
