Ella
Paulina’s words lingered in my ears long after she spoke.
“Mr. Black has said that as his wife, you’re not just attending a party. You’re representing him. That means you should carry yourself with the kind of presence expected from the wife of the richest man in the city.”
I felt a small smile tug at the corner of my lips.
Representing Kane Darius. Me.
It was absurd when I thought about it, me, the girl whose makeup yesterday had looked like it had been painted by a blind child, now being expected to embody elegance, poise, and influence.
But that was Kane’s way.
I caught Paulina’s sharp glance and felt warmth spread in my chest. Even from Valland, Kane cared.
He thought about the smallest details.
He worried I’d be underestimated. That, in itself, was a quiet act of in
