The euphoria of the sold-out launch hadn’t even fully settled before the internet proved how fickle and venomous it could be.
They couldn’t deny the success of Aurora, nor could they deny that the global fashion elite had physically shown up at my exhibition hall. So instead of attacking my designs, they went after me.
I sat at my desk, my finger tracing the edge of my tablet as I read the viral threads dominating the forums.
“There’s no way Selena Hale pulled Ana Lee and the European syndicate all by herself. She must have found a sugar daddy.”
“Probably one of those old, potbellied men with a balding head. So shameless.”
“Exactly. Even if she was angry about her marriage and being barren, she shouldn’t have stooped so low to save her company. Trading her body for connections? Pathet
