Adelaide's POV:
Two days. It had only been two days since Andrea's wedding imploded my world, or what was left of it—and yet here I was, sitting cross-legged on my apartment floor, laptop balanced on my knees, firing off emails to every design firm and marketing agency in Boston that might glance at my resume.
The screen glowed in the dim afternoon light filtering through my blinds, casting shadows on the stack of unpaid bills beside me.
Freelance gigs had dried up lately, and Dad's voice echoed in my head from our last "family dinner" before the wedding:
"Adélaïde, you're too... unfocused and lazy. Andrea's more competent and once she's settled with Victor, she'll take over the family business and collaborate with her husband."
Perfect for them, maybe. I'd seen it coming miles aw
