“I’m here as a prospective client. After all, everyone is talking about the ‘Bella Signature.’ I thought it was only right that I come to the source.”
I stepped closer to her, crossing my arms. “Unfortunately, I’m fully booked for the season,” I told her. “I’m sure you can find someone else to cater to your needs.”
“Oh, but this is special,” she said, her voice dropping into a sickeningly sweet lilt. She walked over to a display of white lace, her fingers trailing over the delicate fabric. “I’m starting to plan my wedding. It’s all very sudden, of course, but when you know, you know.”
I felt a twinge of something, but to my surprise, it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t the searing jealousy I had felt months ago when I first saw her with Diego. It was… exhaustion.
“Congratulations,” I said, and I
