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Chapter 28: Glass Walls

Penulis: Ij Gabriel
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-27 01:45:26

Clara’s POV

I was so tired I thought I was going to die.

By ten a.m., my living room already looked like an editorial spread.

Candles lined the Versace console, champagne-colored roses filled every vase, and my laptop screen glowed with notes for the next charity gala. Planning parties for other people’s perfect lives was easier than fixing my own.

Our penthouse sat above Sunset, all floor-to-ceiling glass and clean white lines.

The kind of place people rented just to take photos in. From here, the city looked like a jewelry box, it was sparkling, expensive, and felt oddly untouchable. I used to love it, but lately, it just felt like proof that I’d built a life meant to be looked at, not lived in.

“Clara,” my assistant’s voice crackled from the speaker. “The event planner from Versace called. They want to confirm the floral scheme.”

“Tell them I want the white orchids, not lilies,” I said, tapping on my iPad. “And double the lighting budget. I want the terrace to glow.”

“Yes, ma’am.
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