An hour – wasted.
One hour was the least of things she had allowed to slip through her malcontented fingers. She had been given a chance for an excellent education, but had declined it less than gracefully.
A mind – wasted.
Finding herself destitute after nigh a year, she had thrown herself at the richest man she could find. But despite the riches and quirks that came with her position, she felt perpetually filthy, eternally tainted.
A soul – wasted.
After her initial rise to the status of near celebrity, the inevitable happened, as she knew it would: she was cast out . . . and replaced. Marred and jaded, she was passed from man to man, her wealth and health deteriorating and fragmenting along the way.
A lifetime – wasted.
But then, she saw him.