Till Snow Buries the Vow

Summary

When the crystal chandelier tore loose from the ballroom ceiling, Garrick lunged for my cousin.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t throw a wine glass or stage a scene the way I used to when we were younger.

I simply began to disappear from his life.

At dinner, my parents demanded that I smooth things over. Cecilia had just been named guest principal dancer for the metropolitan ballet company, and she needed the Prescott name—and Garrick’s family foundation—to back her season.

When I remained silent, pushing the roasted asparagus around my plate, my father slammed his palm onto the mahogany table.