The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 249

Liora’s POV

The air grew tense and silent. Ambrose stood in the doorway, his jacket dusted with snow, looking around at all of us like he hadn’t expected to see us here.

But mostly, I got the sense that he hadn’t expected to see me here. Like he was equal parts disappointed and gleeful to see me standing there.

I frowned and racked my brain to recall the last time I had seen my cousin, but it was all a blur. It had been at a family member’s coming-of-age banquet in this very house. I knew Ambrose had been there—he had hosted it, after all.

I remembered walking into the party. I remembered the formalities of the ceremony that were typical of a royal coming-of-age. There were a lot of faces there, too many to recall. Then, I remembered eating dinner beside my father.

After that… I recalled drinking. Dancing. One flute of champagne turned into another, then another. That was when it all started getting fuzzy. I’d had too much to drink that night. Through the haze, I remembered my father’s face, laughing and rolling his eyes, telling me to go to bed before I made more of a fool of myself.

The last thing I recalled after that was stumbling back to my guest room. Someone’s arm was around me, supporting me so I didn’t fall. I recalled feeling sick, but that was probably just from too much alcohol.

Everything after that was a blur.

“Cousin!” Bianca threw her arms wide and rushed over to Ambrose, embracing him. I watched, blinking in surprise, as she kissed him on both cheeks. He didn’t push her away like I expected him to, which was strange.

Did he know that she was going to throw this party, or was he just playing along to avoid a confrontation? I couldn’t tell. Not that I knew my cousin well enough to tell, anyway. We had only met a couple of times. I knew very little about his personality.

“Hello, you,” Ambrose said, pulling back and patting her hand. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

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