lothes, shifting from Carla, the broken wife, to AURA, the creative powerhouse. She turned her back to the e
sound of expensive heels clicked
little tight. "Welco
ly familiar, and chillingly cold.
went rigid. I
nd imposing, with Everleigh Wade clinging to his arm. Their pre
nd, she saw surprise in his gaze, quickl
uickly, and stepped forward to grab her arm and pull he
out to get divorced anyway, so she didn't bothe
mile on her lips. "Mr. Darien, I'm
atient. "Do we need your money? Do we need
e sn
hole thing, and ne
ttention to her, he'd have notic
n a fraction of his attention. In fact, he thought that once s
expression dripping with disdain. "Work?" he scoffed. "Her
so fueled the fire in her gut. She straightened her spine, a sarcastic cu
ne in the sand between them. "And speaking of whi
that you've decided to get a divorce, you certainly were
one who proposed to her in front of many people. Has
tter anymore. Now, if you're not here to make a pur
gry.She's just an unremarkable salesperson. We're here to see AURA." She then turned to Ca
landed like tiny shards
hat imp
ver here, and he already
before her, a monument to her failure, an
. See? I'm better off without you. He thought this would break her, bu
le is quite full, but we can show you some of the existing pieces." Sh
piece, a breathtaking gown displayed on a central platform. It was a one-of-a-kind creation of l
he last three years designing for herself, a secret project that
red finger at it, turning to Darien
Her first instinct was
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