After the bride and groom left in the bride’s wedding gift from her new husband, a brand new Tesla, the guests began to thin out. The groom’s side were quick to leave, and I didn’t blame them. I’d have wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible too. This place didn’t feel welcoming to others, and it shouldn’t. It was not a happy home.

My sister had what she wanted, and this would be the last time Miles Dartmore’s family would feel welcomed here if they ever did. My mother did her best to put on a show until the wedding was over. I had watched Mr. Dartmore gaze at her in fascination. He should be thankful he had a wife by his side who wasn’t a Kamlock. Soon, he and his wife would find they were no longer welcomed at their only son’s home. Their son would rarely come around after tonight, and they would never see their daughter-in-law. She’d make sure they didn’t see their son for the most part. Miles would ache to make her happy and never feel as if he could do enough. I’d seen my mother do it to my father. I’d seen my aunt do it to my many uncles over the years.

“This was a great party,” Margo slurred as she leaned against my side. I was watching the guests leave from the front entrance and making sure everyone was getting in their vehicles safely. There was no need to disagree with Margo. She was too drunk to remember much of the party. I was sure her experience had been a pleasant one.

“Is everything okay?” Leanne’s voice made me stiffen. I hadn’t seen her in over an hour. She and Rathe had returned to the party and danced, then Rathe had gone to stand with Heath while Leanne danced with other men. I would like to think I hadn’t cared that when I looked at Rathe he was watching Leanne, but I must have cared because I had stayed annoyed.

I glanced back over my shoulder at my sister’s appearance in the foyer. She looked pleased. I was sure she was more than pleased with herself. He had no clue how devious she was, even when I had tried to warn him. He probably thought my comments had come from jealousy. He’d find out the hard way if he tried to pursue her after tonight.

I went back to watching the guests leave. “Why wouldn’t it be?” I replied to Leanne coldly, not really wanting a response from her. Margo leaned on me more heavily. I didn’t need her passing out. She had to leave. Staying here over night was out of the question. This place was not safe. She’d never stayed here and she never would.