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ELENA SAT IN front of her mother’s computer in the cottage listlessly checking emails that had come in for orders from her website. She was thankful to see them, though her excitement was dimmed due to Jake’s sudden departure,
It was another beautiful morning in Sydney, sunny and bright, with kookaburra birds laughing at her folly just outside the window.
She’d sank almost everything she owned into the jewelry that Penelope had worn, and now the gamble was beginning to pay off as photos were published and her website and shop address were included in fashion editors’ top picks. Only she was no longer there to take advantage of it.
Tapping replies—certain pieces were now backordered—she thought, not that I can’t work from anywhere in the world. She could get supplies here, set up sho
