“Dana, thought you're a model for the famous Mountain Group, you’re still just a model, got it?”

Laurel’s smug expression was unmistakable as she continued, “Do you think you can go up against Tyrone? I’m his fiancée. To me, you’re still just as insignificant as everyone else.”

She paused. “But I have to admit, I do respect how hard you’ve worked these past few years—to go from being a convicted ex-prisoner to a lead model for a luxury brand. It’s very ...