years
the center of it all stood Chloe Ashford, a woman who moved with the quiet confidence of someone who knew her worth. Her auburn
A quick glance in the floor-to-ceiling mirror showed a stranger. A stronger, colder,
ell was soft, but it echoed i
rm. They were the picture of a power couple, radiant an
ss-it was all there, a phantom sensation that made her want to gasp for air. Her fingers curled into a fist, nails digging in
sle. Welcome. We are so honored to have you. May I present our lead designe
iercing, bored into her, searching, dissecting. As his gaze swept over her face-a face tha
. The resemblance was undeniable, and a flicker of
e. A pleasure." Her voice was smooth, with a faint, unplaceable accent she had cult
than any outburst could have. The shock in his
rself as much as him. "What a strange coincidence," she said, her voice a little too bright. "Alistair's first wife was also
ir's face as she s
His hand, which had been resting in his pocket, clenched into a
her gaze back to Chloe. "Don't you th
ession a maelstrom of emotions-disbelief, suspic
on her lips. "Is that so? I suppose I should be flattered." Her
ered no purchase for suspicion,
epped in, launching into a description of the lates
dery with Elara, her expertise undeniable. But she felt Alistair's eyes on her the entire time, a heavy,
wanted. This burning curio
g, she delivered one last, saccharine blow. "I trust you'll design the most beautiful
r. "It would be my honor
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