By the time I finished work, it was already past ten at night.
Unusually, Nick hadn’t called or texted to rush me home. I hailed a cab and returned to our Cloud Moon Villa.
The house was pitch black. Empty.
I turned on the lights and looked around—Nick wasn’t home.
That puzzled me. He wasn’t at the Brown Pack’s company, nor was he here. So where could he be?
He hadn’t mentioned any evening engagements.
Was he madding again, just because I told him this afternoon to stop meddling in my business?
I raised an eyebrow. He really thought he was that important?!
Back in my room, I messaged Lily to check on the progress at Luara Studio.
She replied quickly: “All good.”
I opened my laptop, navigated it to a hidden folder, and began editing my latest dress design.
By the time I finished,
