LOGINCaleb arrived the next morning carrying the same folder Lucien had asked for, except this time it was thicker, heavier, filled with everything he had collected over the past few years.He placed it on the desk without saying anything. Lucien was already waiting. The magazine from the previous night was still open beside him, Chloe's photograph visible on the page, the silver necklace resting against her skin.Lucien looked at the folder. "Is everything there?""Everything I could verify.""Then tell me."Caleb pulled out the first document and sat across from him. "The necklace is where we thought it was, but the story behind it is different from what Amelia told you."Lucien's jaw tightened. "I know."Caleb opened the file. "The necklace originally belonged to Margaret."Lucien looked at him. "Chloe's mother.""Yes."He slid an old photograph across the desk. A young woman stood beside a table covered with jewelry sketches and small pieces of metal.Lucien stared at her. "Margaret lo
Lucien saw the photograph before he saw anything else. The magazine lay open on the desk, the same page he had looked at several times already, but this time his eyes went straight to the necklace around Chloe's neck.He stopped breathing for a moment.The silver chain. The small bird. His gaze narrowed. He reached for the magazine and pulled it closer.There was something about the pendant that unsettled him, something familiar in a way he couldn't explain at first. This was the necklace…but wasn't it with Amelia.His fingers slowly touched the photograph. The memory came back in pieces.A camp. A younger version of himself. A time when speaking to people had felt like trying to cross a distance he couldn't understand. He remembered standing at the edge of groups, listening instead of joining, unable to find the right words quickly enough.And then there had been her. The girl, quiet and warm. She had never stared at him strangely when he couldn't answer. She never filled the silence
The morning began with the summit floor already buzzing before the doors officially opened. Chloe stood inside the private preparation room with her team gathered around her, the flagship collection displayed behind them beneath soft lights. Every piece had been arranged with intention. Nothing was excessive. Nothing was there simply to impress. Each design carried a story.Chloe looked across the room, checking the final arrangement one last time before turning to Evie. "Everything ready?"Evie glanced at the display. "Completely ma'am.""And the press?""Already waiting outside."Chloe nodded. Her fingers brushed lightly over the edge of the table. Four years ago, she had been sketching in a small room because she had nowhere else to put her dreams. Now people were waiting to hear her speak about them.Evie smiled. "You're nervous.""I'm not.""You've touched that bracelet six times."Chloe looked down at her hand and laughed softly. "Maybe a little.""You'll be fine.""I know."She
Amelia was halfway through her afternoon tea when her phone buzzed against the table. She glanced at the screen without much interest. One of the women from her social circle had sent her a message.“Did you hear? Chloe your sister is back in New York, and she goes by the surname Campbell now”The teaspoon stopped halfway to Amelia's cup. For a moment, nothing moved. Then she slowly lowered it. She read the message again.Chloe is no longer bearing their surname or the Grey's name, and is back in New York.Her fingers tightened around the phone. A second message appeared.“She's attending the design summit. Apparently her company is doing extremely well, she's now rich Amelia.”Amelia stared at the screen. The woman sitting across from her continued talking about a charity dinner, completely unaware that Amelia had stopped listening."Amelia?"She blinked. "Sorry?""I was asking if you were coming Friday.""Of course." Her smile appeared perfectly naturally. "Send me the details."The
Lucien remained seated after Chloe walked away, but he didn't leave. He sat with his hands clasped loosely between his knees, staring at the space where she had been seating moments earlier.The hotel lobby continued around him, almost offensively normal. People laughed softly near the lounge. A suitcase rolled across the marble floor. Someone at the reception desk answered a phone call. Lucien heard all of it, yet none of it seemed real.After a few seconds, he looked towards the elevators. The doors had already closed. He should have left. Instead, he stayed.A few minutes later, Chloe returned. She had forgotten her phone on the chair. She stopped when she saw him still there."You still haven't left.""No."She picked up her phone. "I thought you'd go back to work.""I can't."She looked at him for a moment. "Why?"Lucien stared down at his hands. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this."Chloe's expression remained calm. "You don't have to do anything today."He looked up
Chloe stepped out of the elevator and immediately saw him. Lucien was standing near the seating area, his hands at his sides, his attention fixed entirely on her. For a moment, neither of them moved.Four years ago, she would have felt her heart racing at the sight of him waiting for her. Now, she simply stood there. She had spent too long learning how to steady herself.Lucien watched her approach, and something about the way he looked at her made her slow down slightly. There was no arrogance in his expression, no cold distance, none of the guarded confidence she remembered. He looked like a man who had finally understood that he was standing in front of something much bigger than himself."Chloe."She stopped a few feet away. "Lucien."His eyes moved over her face for a moment before he gestured toward the chairs. "Can we sit and talk?"She nodded. They walked towards the seating area and sat across from each other, leaving a careful space between them.For several seconds, neither







