Tracy POV
I stood in the middle of our engagement party, wearing the most expensive dress I had ever owned, and I wanted to scream. This was supposed to be my night. This was supposed to be the party where everyone celebrated Bernard and me, where all our friends saw how happy and successful we were together.
Instead, every conversation I overheard was about Vanya Reed and her stupid jewelry business.
"Did you see that Goddess Jewelry won Best New Business at the Chamber of Commerce awards?" one woman was saying near the champagne table.
"I heard she's going to be in New York Fashion Week," another replied. "Can you imagine? From housewife to fashion week in six months!"
I gripped my champagne glass so tightly I was surprised it didn't shatter in my hand. This was exactly what I had b
