The phone burst into a throb of electronic music.
Vivienne was obviously still at the club.
"Honey, Ashley's bag is sooo gorgeous! Won't you buy it for me?"
Her voice was thick with drunken flirtation, every sentence ending in a sugary upward lilt.
Sebastian had once loved that act.
But now, Elara was the only one on his mind.
Elara had never cared much for material things.
A few designer bags for formal occasions had always been enough for her.
She never chased the newest releases.
But whenever he gave her something, she accepted it with quiet happiness.
Unlike Vivienne's exaggerated delight, she had always been gentle and composed.
She was extraordinary.
So extraordinary that Sebastian had noticed her in the crowd at first sight.
To marry her, he had gone against his entire
