Chapter 181

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(Dorian's POV) The woman sitting across from me won't stop talking. "—and then I told my stylist, 'Darling, if it's not Valentino, I'm simply not interested.' You understand, don't you, Dorian? Quality over quantity. That's always been my philosophy. But the audacity of that boutique manager. I mean, who does she think she is, telling me that Valentino is out of season? Valentino is never out of season. It's a classic. A statement piece. But some people just don't understand fashion the way we do, you know?" I don't know. I've never given a damn about Valentino or any other designer she's name-dropped in the last half hour. But Penelope Montgomery doesn't seem to notice—or care—that I haven't contributed more than three words to this conversation. I reach for my wine glass and realize

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