This was more than just canceling an engagement. This was the year Nick had been in a car accident while visiting a rural project, and a local girl had saved him after he fell off a cliff.
The girl was delicate and beautiful, and in her desperation to help him, she’d eaten an herb that damaged her voice.
Nick had been so moved that he’d brought her back to the Holt Mansion.
For three days, he’d been making public statements. He was going to marry her–only her. He was determined to make her the future Mrs. Holt, wife of the Holt Group’s CEO.
“Miss, don’t believe all that nonsense. You and Nick Jr. have known each other since childhood. All these years of friendship…”
I shook my head, gently refusing Rachel’s comfort, I knew exactly what she was going to say.
Three days ago, I’d woken up at the Jensen Estate. Three days was all I needed to piece together everything, both past and present.
“Miss,” Rachel said softly, looking excited, “Nick Jr. just arrived,”
I turned and saw Nick approaching, wearing a crisp suit and surrounded by a crowd. The whispers around us went silent in an instant.
Nick and I had grown up together. Our engagement had been arranged early on by our families to ceme
cement our business alliance. Anytime someone spoke ill of me, he was the first to stand up for me. Anytime he got into trouble at home, I’d be the first to help smooth things over for
him.
