Broken Hand, Unbroken Architect's Spirit

otte'

applied for the keys, made sure the cleaning staf

er, Bradley

involves architectural elements, and your expertise would be incredibly he

it of pleasing him kicked i

side a large drafting table, his hand on Ar

er and perfectly tailored trouse

ir, the same intelligent eyes,

ed to please Bradley,

ned slightly, and his expression turned displeased.

he said coldl

alking toward me and briefly touching my arm. "I as

a flame of defiance

ands trembling but my voice steady. "You sai

... this is a professional setting. I have col

le here is simply to provide technica

f others, he'd reduced me t

Years of sacrifice, dismiss

"Bradley, what am I to you,

be emotional, Charlotte. This isn't the

tudent into my professional space, ask me to do behind-the-scenes work for her,

urned toward us. Bradley's face flushed red. He hated publ

teeth, grabbing my arm again, this time more forcef

laugh. "You call five years of be

flicker of remorse, a shred of understanding. The

k later, when you've calmed down. For now, if y

his total disregard for my feelings, his obvious pref

him about his past, about previous girlfriends. He'd brushed it off: "None of t

l, chosen. Now I understood. He'd

d my mind, my talent, my independence. But now it was clear those qualities were

ueness, my individuality. But in his eyes, I was nothing but a shadow, a

epped forward. Her expression was calm, but something flashed i

oice angelic. She glanced at me, pausing for a second with a questioning

ce me properly, to acknowledge our relationship, to give me a shred of

en Ariel and me, his face full of embarrassment. He op

ope died. He couldn'

solve crystalli

to Ariel, my voic

rlotte Lang. If you're wondering why we look so much alike, it's beca