CHAPTER 64.
KAIA REYES
I stood hunched over my sewing table, a pin tucked between my lips as my fingers worked to adjust the hemline of the emerald-green silk dress stretched in front of me.
The fabric shimmered under the overhead light, rich and vibrant—but all I could picture was Caleb’s mother, her tight-lipped expression and those judgmental eyes that had never once softened around me.
I exhaled slowly through my nose, trying to keep my hand steady. This wasn’t just another order. This was her dress. That woman.
The same one who walked down the stairs with the grace of some aristocrat and the nerve to ask if I’d ever considered selling my body.
As if owning a growing business and standing on my own two feet somehow made me desperate. I could still feel the heat rise in my ches
