The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

floor, her laptop balanced on her knees. She was on t

pped a band-aid around the cut,

hanged. A video cal

da P

he 'Decline' button. But a morbid curiosity took over

cked 'A

bed, surrounded by ridiculous bouquets of white lilies.

ida cooed. Her

you want,

hair from her face. The movement was deliberate

family heirloom. Jackson had told h

miring the ring. "Jackson said you were hysterical las

y took a screen

tina said. "You won

t, you know. Sleeping in the chair. He told me he's g

"He's all yours, Dee. The late nights, th

that Cristina wasn't crying. She reache

ee. As soon as she's gone, we'll go

vida repeated

another man's treasure, Davida. But in this case, I thin

ld respond. She immediately blocked

n's side was still full. Rows of Italian suits, cust

red them, but that was petty. That wa

suits off the hangers, folding them roughly, and stu

my pickup line. "I have a donation," she said into the phone. "From

of his presence. When the porters hauled the b

. She popped the SIM card slot open with an

pped it

flushed. The swirling water took away her n

ing room. Her suitcase was

remembered th

k in the study when she wa

behind. It had the prototypes for the Spring Collecti

nd and headed t