Night had fallen over Country E.
The lights of the city sparkled like countless stars, but inside the penthouse office of Devereux Group, only a single desk lamp remained on.
Lucien hadn't gone home.
Instead, he sat alone behind his desk, the untouched partnership proposal from Monroe Atelier lying before him.
His eyes lingered on the elegant signature at the bottom of the document.
Monroe Atelier.
No name.
No title.
Just the company that had brought Aria back into his life.
Or perhaps...
Back into his heartbreak.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
The first memory came uninvited.
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Five years ago...
"You're doing it wrong."
Aria laughed as she tried to teach him how to thread a needle.
Lucien frowned at the tiny eye of the needle.
"This thing is impossibl
