against the closed door, weariness seeped into her ver
She remembered Julian had a charity gala that evening. An idea suddenly flashed into
ion, she chose a striking Armani gown. She had it packed and instructed
y a phone call. It was the head
he Tom Ford gown you're wearing tonight is missing. The desig
y one person would want to both undermine her an
le played
oe handed Julian the Armani box. "Julian, this is so
lanced at the dress, and frowned. "T
froze. "But
errupted her, a hint of impatience in his voice. "I'm wearing Tom Ford to su
athly pale. She fran
eyes. "I asked her to prepare it for me... I can't belie
door opened. The estate's butler sto
in your dressing room. I'm sorry, I forgot to tell Miss Miller its location. It's usually m
g Sophie of responsibility and reinforcing
cheeks
box one last disdainful glance. "The size is wro
ng of his curr
ivate bathroom. The silence he lef
utching the ill-fitting s
Sophie listened to
e said calmly, the
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