The Love We Buried in Winter
Language: en
I spent years chasing after my legal guardian, putting my heart on the line. Finally, on my nineteenth birthday, I summoned the courage to confess my love. But Julian looked at me with cold fury. "Hazel, don't forget your place in this family." Yet, clearly, three years ago at that gala, he was the one who pulled me into his arms. With the scent of whiskey on his breath, he whispered in my ear: "When you grow up, let's get engaged, okay?" I took his drunken promise as gospel. He treated it like a forgotten dream. The day he publicly announced his engagement to his long-lost "one…