Today had been a long day. For a Saturday, it was exhausting. From checking out the dress to almost running into Tobias, to the long, restless drive back home—it felt like the universe had been playing games with me.
I decided to go to bed early. My head was heavy, and my thoughts were everywhere.
Just as I reached for the bedside lamp, my phone buzzed. A message from Cole.
> See why I said Jean LaCroix would get us more buzz for this party.
A link followed underneath.
I clicked it, frowning as the page loaded. Then my breath hitched.
There it was. The headline.
“BILLIONAIRE HEIR TOBIAS HAWTHORNE And SOCIALITE JEAN LACROIX To Wed LATER THIS YEAR.”
And the picture—
It was that night. The night I had followed her to Ls Chaux’s restaurant. Tobias was standing in front of her, thei
