Phoebe McQueen set her porcelain teacup on its saucer carefully,wiping her lips delicately with a napkin, the gentle clink barely audible above the tea house's ambient music. Across from her, Madame Dubois consulted her leather-bound notebook, occasionally glancing up with knowing eyes. "The Whitmore daughter recently returned from Switzerland," Madame Dubois said, her French accent lending elegance to each word. "Accomplished pianist, speaks four languages, and her father's shipping empire would complement McQueen Industries beautifully." Phoebe nodded, smiling politely, though her mind wandered to Victoria. The girl had potential, but potential didn't erase bloodlines. McQueen Industries needed strategic alliances, not romantic entanglements with illegitimate daughters. Her phone vibrated against the table. Victoria's name appeared on the screen. Phoebe declined the call and returned her attention to the matchmaker. "The Harrison family also has an eligible daughter," Madame D
"This neck piece was discovered by archaeologists in a small community in Brazil. It is said to have been used in religious ceremonies in 9 AD, though the tribe was wiped out by a more violent one..." The docent's measured voice carried across the marble hall, where a couple in matching yellow blazers studied the ancient artifact behind its protective glass. Glass shattered somewhere beyond the main gallery. A woman's scream pierced the air, raw and unhinged. The couple's heads snapped toward the sound. Other visitors froze mid-step, their whispered conversations dying. The docent's hand tightened on his clipboard, his practiced smile faltering as his gaze darted toward the corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows. Another crash echoed through the building. "What's going on?" The woman in yellow leaned forward, her eyes bright with the hunger of someone who lived for gossip. The docent straightened his tie. "I apologize for the disturbance. Perhaps we should continue to t
Ava's heels clicked against the marble steps as she descended from the gala entrance. A couple brushed past her, the woman's laugh bright and carefree."Wonderful evening, wasn't it?" Mrs. Henderson ,a special guest from the charity board appeared at her elbow."Absolutely magical." The words slipped out smooth as silk, her society smile never wavering. "The cause couldn't have asked for better support.""You looked stunning up there during your speech, dear. Your grandfather would be so proud."Ava's fingers tightened imperceptibly around her clutch. "Thank you. That means everything."Mrs. Henderson patted her arm before gliding away toward the valet stand. Ava continued her measured pace to the parking garage, nodding to other departing guests, her spine straight, her breathing controlled.The car door slammed shut with a satisfying thud. Silence.Ava's hands trembled as she reached behind her neck, fumbling with the diamond necklace clasp. The earrings followed, dropping into her
"Hello Ava Reynolds... Finally found you."Ava's muscles locked, her feet rooted to the marble floor. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails biting crescents into her palms. The tremor started in her hands and radiated outward, a betrayal she couldn't control.She forced her lips into a smile as she faced Ethan.His cologne hit her like a physical blow, cedarwood and amber, that unmistakable scent that had once made her pulse quicken for entirely different reasons. Now it felt like breathing through cotton, suffocating and heavy. She took an involuntary step back, her shoulder blades pressing against the cool wall behind her.Heat crawled up her neck in blotchy patches. Ethan's eyes tracked the movement, that familiar predatory gleam flickering in their depths."Yes, it's been a while." Her voice emerged as barely a whisper, drowned beneath the thunderous percussion of her heartbeat in her ears. She cleared her throat and tried again. "I see you're doing well."The words c
Crystal chandeliers cast amber pools across marble floors where designer heels clicked against polished stone. Champagne bubbles caught the light as guests moved in practiced clusters, their laughter weaving through string instruments melodies.A man in an emerald suit circulated through the crowd, pressing business cards into manicured hands. His laugh boomed above conversations, drawing sideways glances from nearby guests who stepped back slightly, an irritated look on their faces.He approached a figure standing motionless before a holographic fountain display, its digital water seeming to cascade into nothing."How are you enjoying the gala? Everyone here looks really put together." The man in green tugged at his lapels. "I've never been the networking crowd person, but in my line of work, it's inevitable."The other man's gaze remained fixed on the swirling pixels."I'm representing Luminari, one of the hottest management firms on the continent. Nice to see so many familiar face
"ETHAN MCQUEEN is coming to the gala and he's bringing Victoria Blackwood." "What?" Ava asked a few beats later, her voice thick with incredulity. "I'm sorry, I know how you feel about Ethan, so I—" Dean started apologetically. "No, not that..." Ava cut in, her eyes bulging, teeth clenched. "Was that the urgent matter?" "What?... Yes, that was it. I thought you should know, be prepared or something," Dean sputtered as Ava continued glaring at him. "I'm sorry." "No, it's fine, I understand your concerns," Ava replied, a small smile playing on her lips. "My scum ex-husband is attending a gala I'm hosting. Of course you'd be concerned." "So... I'd take it that you'll still be attending or...?" Dean questioned hesitantly, taking note of her expressions. "Yes. To the world I'm just an employee of Dream Inc. Of course I'll be there, boss," Ava replied dully. "Why is Ethan McQueen coming all the way from Crestmont City though?" She crossed her legs, revealing her designer shoes, a su