Prologue
Enora Miller
Looking at the Eiffel Tower as I sip my tea with some cookies is just to think about how I can help Tommáz let go of this libertine life he cherishes so much.
He needs to become a man with family responsibilities. Even if Noely runs Miller and still manages to create such incredible works that are always in the spotlight at fashion week.
I need my Tommáz to take an interest in running the companies here, Larissa isn't interested in the company as she says, her focus is on the board of directors which she runs with an iron fist at Walker, which makes me very proud of my granddaughter. Ethan, on the other hand, I know will be excellent at the helm of Walker in Chicago.
"I know that face, my mother-in-law," I hear the sweet voice of my daughter-in-law Emy, snapping me out of the daydreams of a tired mind.
"Thinking about how to make Tom want to take on Miller and leave this womanizing life he's leading," I say, looking into the green eyes of my son's wife, who bursts into laughter.
"Mother-in-law, you have an enormous sense of humor..." She continues to laugh. "We've tried everything to make this boy a little more responsible."
A plan begins to form in my head as I look at my daughter-in-law laughing, one thing I know about my grandchildren is that none of them want the family fortune to fall into the wrong hands, they would all rather lose both hands than lose command of the family businesses, while the only one who doesn't think like that is Noely. She only cares about creating trends, whether the company her father set up for her is with the family or not is irrelevant.
"I know what I'm going to do!" I exclaim, silencing my daughter-in-law who looks at me waiting for me to tell her my idea. "I'm going to change my will and leave the company only to married heirs.
This will sharpen my grandson's spirits, especially since the only one who is getting married is Elisa, my grandson won't accept being left out of the share."
"I don't think it will work Enora, Tom is competitive, but he cherishes his life as a libertine!" I despise what my daughter-in-law just said.
"You don't seem to know my grandson, the plan will work, so get ready, he'll go crazy looking for a bride." She laughs again.
"I'll take that bet and double it with you." I see my daughter-in-law holding out her hand to me, and I take it securely."
I'll turn my grandson into a responsible man and I'll take a little extra money off my beloved daughter-in-law.
"Mrs. Miller, the salon team has just arrived!" my butler announces.
"Come on Emy, it's time to get ready for the first night of fashion week." I say, getting up from my chair and pulling my daughter-in-law towards my living room, which has become a small salon.
