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Chapter 8 : She is not my wife
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By the time the final guests had settled into their seats, the terrace had transformed entirely. The chandeliers overhead dimmed in deliberate stages until only the runway remained illuminated—an elegant strip of light cutting through the soft darkness like a promise.A hush descended. It was not silence precisely—there was always the faint rustle of silk, the whisper of programmes being folded—but it was the kind of collective stillness that signalled anticipation.The host stepped forward, voice warm and assured. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. This season, we present a collection devoted entirely to formal children’s wear and evening attire, each piece personally designed by Mr. Vanderbilt…”Ava, seated discreetly toward the side of the venue, allowed herself the smallest exhale. She had slipped into an empty chair moments before the introduction concluded, preferring the edge of the audience to its centre. From here she could see the runway clearly without feeling herself observed
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The terrace had transformed entirely.Twilight draped the sky in dusky indigo, and the lights lining the runway shimmered in anticipation. Guests had begun to arrive in elegant clusters—silk gowns, tailored suits, glittering jewellery catching the glow of the chandeliers suspended above the open air.Conversation flowed like champagne.Ava moved quietly toward the audience seating, blending into the hum of social brightness.Then, as though summoned by narrative inevitability—He arrived.Alexander Vanderbilt did not so much enter a room as alter its atmosphere.Dressed in a dark blue suit so impeccably cut it seemed sculpted rather than stitched, he wore a crisp white shirt and a bow tie whose shade—though subtle—echoed the deep tones of the evening’s theme. A pocket square of matching hue rested precisely against his breast. A sapphire-topped pin adorned his lapel, glinting beneath the lights, its colour harmonising flawlessly with the cufflinks at his wrists.Every detail spoke of
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Saturday arrived with the quiet confidence of an occasion that had been discussed for weeks and yet still managed to feel faintly unreal.By nine o’clock that morning, the terrace of Hawthorne Court Hotel had transformed into something between a fashion atelier and a very elegant playground. Racks of miniature garments stood in careful rows beneath white canopies; technicians adjusted lighting rigs with the seriousness of men preparing for theatre; assistants hurried past with clipboards, headsets, and expressions suggesting the fate of civilisation depended upon the correct positioning of a spotlight.Ava arrived precisely on time.Marcello walked beside her with a composure that might have impressed a minor duke. His small blazer sat perfectly upon his shoulders, his hair neatly brushed, his gaze forward and steady.If one ignored the faint tightening of his fingers around hers.“Ready?” she asked lightly.He nodded.They parted at the edge of the runway, where the other child model
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Michelle FitzAlan had not spent the better part of an evening tracking down a vanishing fiancé only to behave with composure.It had taken three unanswered calls, one strategically questioned assistant, and a very expensive bottle of wine promised to the maître d’ before she’d confirmed Ezra’s whereabouts. And now—after resigning without notice and dodging every conversation about their engagement dinner—he was here.Having sushi.With her.Michelle’s smile did not reach her eyes.Alexander, meanwhile, looked positively refreshed.“Miss FitzAlan,” he said smoothly, that American calm of his bordering on provocative hospitality, “please. Join us.”It was an invitation so polite it bordered on theatrical.Michelle studied him for a brief second. She was not foolish. She recognised provocation when she heard it.Then her gaze moved to Ava.Ava met it steadily, one brow lifting the slightest fraction.Very well.Michelle slipped off her shoes and stepped onto the tatami with impeccable po
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“Cello!”Ava’s voice carried across the terrace, crisp and controlled, though there was still the faintest warmth lingering from the evening’s festivities.She approached the table where father and son sat conspiratorially close.“The cake is finished,” she said, adjusting the strap of her handbag over her shoulder. “We should be heading home.”Rehearsal for the day had concluded. The lighting crew were dismantling equipment. The city skyline beyond the terrace had deepened into indigo, scattered with glittering office windows and the slow pulse of traffic below.Marcello placed a hand on his stomach and made a dramatic face.“Mummy… I’m starving.”Ava raised an eyebrow. “You’ve just had cake.”“That was dessert,” he said solemnly. “It doesn’t count.”Before she could retort, Alexander had already risen.In one fluid movement, he bent down and scooped Marcello into his arms as though it were the most natural thing in the world.“Uncle Vanderbilt’s taking you out for dinner,” he announ
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For a full three seconds after Ava smeared the cream across Alexander’s face, no one moved.The terrace—so lively a moment ago—fell into a silence so complete it felt staged.The white smear sat boldly against the sharp plane of his cheekbone, absurdly bright under the terrace lights. It did, unmistakably, resemble a crooked Santa Claus beard pasted on the most unsuitable man in the world.Will’s hand, halfway to his wine glass, froze mid-air.Jeremy blinked.Even Finn, who prided himself on composure in all circumstances, straightened imperceptibly.Smearing cake on someone during a birthday celebration was hardly scandalous.Smearing cake on Alexander Vanderbilt was another matter entirely.Everyone present knew his reputation—controlled, meticulous, fastidious to the point of obsession. He disliked unnecessary contact. He disliked disorder. He disliked unpredictability.And Ava had just committed all three offences at once.The air felt tight.Ava, however, did not retreat.She lif
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