After that terrible night, my days were calm. Two weeks had passed without hearing from anyone. Not from Arthur, and certainly not my father or Sophie. So I assumed that perhaps I had exaggerated in believing that someone like Henry Craig, that is, my father, would care about a brand as small and insignificant as mine.
I sold, of course, but not like the big brands that had stores and exclusive designers. My brand had started as a resale of clothing. At first, I only recommended and resold existing models. Now I wanted my brand to be unique. I wanted to design my own product and make that brand mine. Why did my father want it?
It was stupid to think he did it solely because of Sophie and the way I had actually humiliated her. But knowing Sophie, it was very likely that was the reason. A
