Dolly’s
Point of View
I
scroll through my phone, tapping my fingers on the screen as I read the
announcement for the jewelry design competition in Italy. A sneer forms on my
lips. This company? I've never regarded them highly. They boast about their
tradition and craftsmanship, but they don't stand out to me. Yet, the
competition is reputable, and the media attention is extensive. It’s the sort
of opportunity that could transform someone’s life.
Not
that I need them to change mine. I’m already the best. But I need leverage. I
need a reason for Knoxx to finally take the next step.
I turn
my head slightly, stealing a glance at him from across the room. He’s sprawled
on the couch, his arm draped casually over the back as he watches my daughter
play with one of her toys. This moment should fill me with warmth, but instead,
I feel a surge of frustration.
It’s
been years. Years since Caroline left. Years since I came back. And yet, he
still refuses to marry me. Still refuses to make ‘our’ f
