er tablet. The headlines screamed at her from
ling to Propose to Starl
: Inside Andrew Sterling'
ance culminating in a spectacular public proposal. Chloe's stomach churned as she rea
striking resemblance to that of her late mother, and she should have felt a sense of closeness
g out. She only
number of her most trusted confidant
urgent, stripped of its usual lightness. "Eva, I need y
the other end. She had never hear
cutting off any potential questions. "Everythi
asure boutique in the city. The one that requires a pri
e the most expensive, the most outrageous item they have. And most impor
a word. Pleasure boutique? The Kensington family?
leaving no room for argument. "I need it in my hands w
ty and applied her makeup with a surgeon's precision-a smoky, smudged eyeliner that hinted at a
ic clung to her body, languid and sensual. It looked like something one
brother's closet, found an old silk dress shirt he no longer wore, and tossed it carelessly
w cabs stream down Fifth Avenue, her heart a calm, stea
d to avenge him, gathering evidence against Sloane. But Sloane had been too powerful by
ght the discreet, elegant black box,
the box and
made of white gold. And there, on the tiny clasp, was the unmistakable, micr
ly whispered, her anxiety palpable. "I
mile. "You'll understand soon, Eva." She closed the box and
er, Andrew's handsome, but distinctly impatient, face appeared on
le of something. This h
strap of her nightgown "accidentally" slip from her sho
ask... what's your rival'
hrown. "What rival? What the
She let it dangle from her fingers, the fine gold ca
he tiny, perfect griffin crest. Then she looked back at
s just that my new toy happens to hav
ce vanished, replaced in an instant by disb
pping with poison, "do you think Julian Kensington would p
es boring into her through the screen, as if he wanted to
een a success. Andrew's focus w
ly on her. An
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