THE FASHION OF SIN

– A NIGHT

destroy everything I had built, I would have la

os. It never knocks before comi

n the sky. I, Rain Hart, fresh off an overcrowded bus from an unknown town, a town that I had always wondered if it was even on the map. I stood at the edge of

rine Knight. The goddess of Haute couture. I had spent years stitching pieces of fabric together, day and night

and drink to a new chapter. It felt like t

ned you, only how long you could keep up. The music hammered through my chest as if trying to adjust my heartbeat. I didn't plan to drink much, but the

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my face, and the hem of my short red dress glittered under the neon lights. I felt like I was walking on

was when

n; calm, calculative, powerful, and watching me with the kind of concentration that made my s

ear whispers and moans. There was this dangerous aura around him, not just the way he looked, but that quiet confidence that

arely talked, no names, no stories. Just two strangers pretending the

ic downstairs. My head ached badly, my lipstick was smudged, and my dress was hanging on

here for a while, studying his face. He did not look like the type of man I would ever meet i

inside me quietly said that it was better this way. No awkward conversations. No reali

takenly kicked an empty bottle, and it rolled noisily on the floor until it was stopped by his clothes. I looked ba

like coffee and money. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and w

he night that welcomed me to New York. It was so bright that I squinted while trying to ta

nto the crowd like nothing had happened. Just another hungover girl

a girl stared back, a girl I didn't recognize. There wa

led a

spered to her, "

man I had left asleep in that hotel room wasn't finished with me yet. If only I

the fashion academy that morning, destiny, in i

ring Katherine