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We arrived earlier than we needed to. Julian said it was better to get the feel of the room before things started, and I agreed, even though it meant more time to think about what we were here to do. The building looked ordinary from the outside, just another narrow front on a quiet street. Inside, the air felt different. It was warm and still, and it smelled faintly of polished wood and something floral that I could not place.I had dressed in a way that I hoped would draw no attention. A simple black dress, a long coat, my hair pulled back low at the nape of my neck. Julian looked me over before we left the apartment.“You look like someone who could buy the whole building,” he said.“That is not the goal,” I told him.“Still,” he smiled, “if that is how you blend in, I am not going to complain.”The auction staff showed us to a lounge where bidders could wait. It was quieter than I expected. People sat in deep chairs, flipping through catalogs printed on heavy paper. The photograph
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 147
Julian was still asleep when I came into the kitchen that morning. The card Marco had given me was exactly where I left it on the table, like it had been waiting for me to admit that I was already thinking about it. I made coffee and stood with my hands around the mug, letting the heat seep into my fingers before I even took a sip.The name on the card was printed in gold, the kind that looks confident without trying too hard. I turned it over slowly, as if the back might tell me more than the front. It didn’t.Julian came in, rubbing the back of his neck, hair still sticking up from sleep. He reached for a mug from the shelf.“Morning,” he said, voice still thick.“Morning,” I replied.He nodded at the card. “That’s the guy from yesterday?”“Yes. His name’s Marco. He says he’s seen some of my old work. From the Noelle years.”Julian sat across from me, cradling his mug. “Old work like…?”“My earliest designs,” I said. “The ones I drew in that tiny apartment. He says they’re going to
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 146
That afternoon was quiet enough that I could hear the hum of the lights above the cutting tables. I was sorting through a stack of fabric swatches when Lena called my name from the front. There was a different tone in her voice, one that made me look up immediately. When I stepped into the front of the boutique, a man stood near the door, hat in his hands, the faint weight of travel in the way he carried himself.It took a few seconds before I placed him. Time had added lines to his face, softened the edges I remembered, but the eyes were the same. Marco. Years ago, during the Noelle years, he had been one of the few people who treated me like I wasn’t invisible. He had supplied me with materials when no one else wanted to risk associating with me. We had lost touch without words, as if silence was easier than goodbye.He smiled, tentative, as though unsure if I would welcome him or ask him to leave. I felt an unexpected mix of warmth and wariness. I asked him to sit. Lena quietly sli
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 145
The next morning, the rain had cleared. The streets looked scrubbed clean, the sky pale and wide. I opened the curtains in the living room while Julian was still in bed, letting the light spill in and chase away the last of the night. The apartment felt unusually still, as though it knew there were things waiting to be said.I made coffee and sat at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around the warm mug. My mind kept circling back to our conversation from the night before, not in a frantic way, but like a tide that kept returning. We had gone to sleep without deciding anything, but the weight of the question hadn’t lessened. It was just sitting there, patient, waiting for us to pick it back up.Julian came out a little later, hair still mussed from sleep, a T-shirt soft with age. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from me without speaking at first. There was a kind of gentleness to the quiet between us, not strained but deliberate, as if neither of us wanted to rush int
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 144
The rain had stopped by the time I left the boutique, but the air still smelled like it had been holding onto the storm all day. The sidewalks glistened faintly under the streetlamps, each puddle catching its own small reflection of the light. I carried a paper bag with two pastries from the bakery on the corner, the kind Julian liked to have with tea at night. The streets were quieter than usual, the shops already closed, the city moving into the slower rhythm it only seemed to find after dark.When I reached the apartment, the lights inside were already on. Julian was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of tea, his reading glasses low on his nose, flipping through a folder. He looked up as I walked in, and his face softened in that way it always did when he saw me after a long day. I set the pastries on the counter and hung my coat by the door, the familiar weight of home settling around me.“You’re home earlier than I thought,” I said, filling the kettle for more tea.“Finished
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 143
The day the archive officially changed felt quieter than I expected. There were no speeches, no photographers, no glittering launch banners across the boutique windows. The announcement went up on our small corner of the website the night before, a single paragraph stating that the student archive was now a formal learning program. It carried my name, but in truth, it belonged to all the hands that had passed through here.We opened early that morning. Claudia was already in the back when I arrived, leaning over a table with a neat row of folded muslin and a stack of labeled boxes. The smell of fresh coffee drifted through the air, and somewhere behind the fabric shelves, I could hear the muffled hum of the small heater we had pulled out for winter mornings.I set my bag down and walked toward the archive room. It had always been small, tucked away at the far end of the boutique, past the workstations and the racks of finished garments. For years, it had been littl
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