After the divorce agreement was officially signed, Nathan held a cocktail party at the Crestmont Hotel.
On the surface, it was to celebrate Blackwell Group's strategic partnership with the Castillo family.
He needed this party. He needed everyone who mattered in Westbridge to see him holding champagne and laughing with ease. He needed to silence the business rivals who had grown restless because of our divorce.
Lorenzo received the invitation while he was drinking coffee in my temporary apartment. He turned the gilt card between his fingers, then looked up at me with a knowing smile.
"Are you going?"
"Yes," I said. "If I don't go, he'll think I've lost."
Lorenzo had an entire rack of gowns delivered to me, all in my size.
My fingers slid over silk and satin before finally stopping o
