Beautiful monsters wear the most alluring disguises... and the deadliest one just walked into my gallery. As a successful gallery owner in Boston, I thought I knew who I was.
He spilled a drink on my dress. I dumped my wine in his lap. Which is why I invite the dark-and-brooding beast to clean me up. Only it turns out, he’s not a stranger at all.
I grabbed the wrong bag at the airport carousel.... and then made a deal with the devil from my darkest fantasies. Picked out a dress. Accepted his ring. Walked down the aisle under the watchful eye…
