From Ruin to Riches: His True Love Story

ad been a famous fashion designer, and this was where her visions came to life. Before she died, she designed one last sui

ere to p

nown me since I was a boy, had a pained look on hi

ere th

er's suit. He was preening in the three-way mirror, turning t

d, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetne

lungs. The quiet sanctuary of th

in my suit?" My vo

lapel on Tyrone. "For your disgusting behavior at the gala. You embarras

s a little tight in the shoulders, though. P

ngle most precious thing I owned, and a c

t off,"

t be so dramatic.

or me," I said, my eyes never lea

e he wanted the floor

tured in the mirror, flexing his arms. "This is what a man of

said, but she was smilin

d, taking a step fo

a mask of theatrical indignation. "You see? This is what's wrong with yo

nt, he grabbed the

e rip

, ugly sound. He wasn't done. He tore at the sleeves, shredding the delicate f

'd just won a great battle. "Its materialist

f fabric on the floor. The last

iece of the shredded silk with

empathy. "Don't worry. Once we're married and I control the money, I'll give you a fi

ed out of the shop, leaving me standi

estroyed suit. And in that moment, any lingering trace of pity I mi

crated a memory. And for that, she would