premier fashion design house, owned by Nalina, a renown

dream about becoming a reality. She'd always coveted a design from Velvet Vogue, b

carefully assisting Alaric into it. After Alaric was settled, Easton grabbed Cedr

arm smile on her face, a gentle nudging as she edged Easto

to babysit me," Alaric said, his voice a harsh reminder. "Easton's jo

sponse was laced with a cool smile. "You're my fiancé, and as

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emoved her glasses and leaned forward, her elbows resting on the desk as she clasped her hands tog

nse was laced with sarcasm. "As yo

ve been keeping your distance? Because I'm no longer useful to you?" He paused, his wor

g from his intense stare. She had known Alaric since their college

avigate their changed dynamic. Now, faced with the familiar sting of his sarc

s? Let's focus on the task at ha

had expected Nalina's guilt to be palpable, given their past, but instead,

me to say?" She asked, her tone innocent, but her eyes hinting at

ugh his words as he met Nalina's unrepentant gaze. He bit back the

ntional," she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I was surprised when I got you

"You gave me the wrong size, so

was ragged, his tee

ked to Cressida, a discreet smile on her face. "Don't you think disc

serve, but Nalina's comment drew her in. With a gentle smile, she met Nalina's gaze. "Discussing your past doesn

permission to say whatever's on your mind," she said softly, her voice a sooth

forting blanket of Cressida's words,

eading tone. "Even if you'd rather not discuss it, please, for

escaping through pursed lips. "I

im, surprise etched

ressida. Dwelling on our past won'

here for you, so let's focus on your dress," His gaze met Nalina's, and

and turned to Cressida. "Whe

ine." Cress

room. I need to see how it fits