Chapter 42

Celeste's gaze was polite but distant. She didn't beat around the bush as she said, "Even if Dr. Moore often comes by and isn't exactly an outsider, I still think we should keep things formal. It's not the people here I'm worried about-it's the way it might look to others." Marcus's expression shifted slightly as he looked at her, puzzled. "You..." "Marcus!" Before he could finish, a sharp, excited voice cut in. On reflex, Celeste pulled her hand back and turned her head just in time to see Grace rushing in, practically throwing herself at Marcus and grabbing his hand like she couldn't believe her luck. "Marcus, what are you doing here? When did you get in? Why didn't you tell me?" Even without all the little memories, this scene made something crystal clear to Celeste-why Grace had always been so openly hostile to her. For the longest time, she thought Grace looked down on her only because Ethan was such a catch. And if not for the accident, he'd never have ended up with someone as qu