"It's done," Cole mumbled, hanging by the door.

"I just came from my lawyer's office. All the assets... the money... it's being transferred to your account."

Camila didn't immediately look up. Her eyes were glued to the mess of fashion design photos spread all over her bed.

Sketches, fabric samples, magazine clippings – a whole creative explosion in the middle of the rumpled sheets.

Camila finally shifted her gaze fully to him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.

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