The Broken Vows: Zane and Celeste's Story (The Windsors)

My heart begins to race, and I can’t wipe the grin off my face when I notice little nail polish bottles in between the roses and candles. I pick one up, only to burst out laughing when I realize the beautiful coral shade is called Celestial. Did Zane have this custom made for me? What’s going on?

I take another step forward, my gaze roaming over the path, my heart skipping a beat with each bottle I pick up. There’s a red shade called Mrs. Windsor, a peach shade called Zane’s Goddess, and then there’s a deep crimson color called Zane’s Wife. I frown when I realize why they look so

familiar. These are the shades my nail artist used today, aren’t they? They’re all the shades of the roses in the garden

Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m driving up the windy road that leads to Sierra’s house, my heart pounding wildly. I park in front of her door and just stare at the box for a few minutes, undecided. When we were younger, I’d once promised her I’d give her the first box of cookies I ever received from Grandma Anne, but it seems silly to be here now. She likely wouldn’t even take them, purely because I’ve touched the box