Jasmine's POV:
After leaving the Moonspring Pack and starting over in Newark, I got a job as a design assistant using my new name.
I had once given up everything for Lawrence, my career, my ambitions, my future, until my whole world revolved around him.
That version of me was dead. I was free. Now I would rebuild my life on my own terms.
"Maisie, come with me to a dinner party on the Upper East Side tonight. And make sure you look the part."
Laura Castillo, the firm's chief designer, was giving me an opening, a chance to get noticed.
I would not waste it.
I hurried back to my apartment, changed into a champagne-colored gown, and did my makeup.
The woman in the mirror looked polished, luminous, and fully in control.
For a moment, I saw the woman I used to be instead, dull-eyed, hol
