27_The fathers game

Lucian

The numbers looked good. Better than good, actually.

But behind the figures, behind the thin smiles and the forced champagne toasts, something kept crawling under my skin like a splinter.

Eloise.

It was laughable, really. After everything, she was still clawing her way back,quietly, subtly. I knew she’d never launch another line under her name again. Too much shame, too much baggage. But her signature? That part of her that bled into every jewel she ever crafted? ...