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He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 174
The gallery still smelled faintly of fabric and wood when I returned the next afternoon to begin packing the pieces for shipment home. The air felt gentler than it had during the evening of the presentation, but the memory of it lingered in the walls. I could almost hear the soft footsteps of guests as they moved between the displays, the way they leaned in to examine a stitch or let their fingers drift lightly over the edge of a hem.Julian was near the entrance, speaking quietly with one of the organizers. They were discussing the logistics of returning the Kyoto silk to the boutique without any damage, as well as the insurance arrangements for the museum piece. I kept my hands busy, running them gently along the fabric to check for any signs of wear from curious hands the night before.It was the kind of morning I liked. No rush. No cameras. Just the work being cared for before it went back to its place.The sound of the door opening behind me did not match the stillness of the spa
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 173
The city looked different when you entered it slowly. I had been to Milan before, but always in the blur of shows and deadlines, always rushing from one venue to another, barely noticing the streets between. This time I stepped out of the car at my own pace, carrying nothing more than a small suitcase and the sketchbook I had brought from Kyoto.The air was warm but not heavy, the late afternoon light casting soft gold against the pale stone of the buildings. Julian walked beside me, our driver already taking our luggage to the small boutique hotel I had chosen instead of one of the larger ones the organizers had suggested. I wanted space that felt personal, not a lobby full of names and cameras.Inside the hotel, the reception was quiet. The woman at the desk welcomed us with a gentle smile and handed over a single key. The room upstairs was simple — white walls, wooden floors, a single vase of fresh flowers on the desk. I set my sketchbook there before looking out the window. From h
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 172
The letter from Milan stayed on my desk for three days before I even tried to answer it. I kept it beside the Kyoto sketchbook, where the pages still held faint traces of dye at the corners. Every morning when I sat down with my coffee, it was there, the embossed seal catching the morning light, waiting. Every evening, when I closed the sketchbook, the letter stayed in place, unread for a fourth or fifth time.It was not uncertainty about whether I would go. I knew I would. The moment I opened it in the boutique, I had felt that quiet pull in my chest. What I was still working through was how I would go, and on what terms.Julian found me on the fourth morning in the same spot, a mug cooling beside my hand. He was carrying two fresh mugs of tea, steam curling above them. He set one in front of me before taking the chair opposite the desk.“Still thinking?” he asked.“Yes,” I said, without looking away from the letter.“What’s left to decide?”“My pace,” I told him. “If I go as they ex
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 171
The morning after Julian’s speech, the boutique felt unusually still. There was no hum of early customers yet, no footsteps on the pavement outside, just the faint sound of the kettle coming to boil in the back. I had arrived earlier than usual, partly because I wanted the quiet and partly because my mind was still turning over the words Julian had spoken the night before.He had surprised me — not with what he said, because I knew those truths already, but with how openly he gave them to a room of strangers. He had always been steady, but his steadiness was often private. Seeing him put it into words had stayed with me in a way I had not expected.I was halfway through arranging the scarves near the window when Claudia came in. She was carrying a paper bag from the bakery down the street, the kind that always smelled faintly of warm bread even before it was opened.“Still thinking about last night?” she asked, setting the bag on the counter.“Is it that obvious?” I said.“You have be
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 170
I had not planned on going. The invitation had come weeks earlier from the local arts council, asking if I would be willing to speak about the boutique’s work with traditional artisans. Before I could even reply, Julian had already said yes — not for me, but for himself. It was the first time he had agreed to speak publicly about what we had built together.When he told me, I was surprised. Julian was not the kind of man who enjoyed standing in front of a room and delivering prepared remarks. His strength was in the work itself, the quiet persistence, the unseen decisions that shaped the direction of our life. Yet here he was, telling me with a calm certainty that it was time.The evening was cool when we walked to the small cultural center where the event was being held. The building was old but well kept, the kind of place that smelled faintly of wood polish and paper. Inside, the main hall had been arranged with rows of chairs facing a modest stage. A podium stood at the front, a s
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Chapter 169
I had not seen Celia in almost four years. The last time we spoke, it had been over a quick coffee before I left the city, back when my name was still circulating in places I no longer wanted to be. We had promised to keep in touch, but promises like that often lose their shape once life begins to pull you in different directions.She had sent a short message a week ago. Heard you are back in the city for good. Dinner? My treat. It made me smile because she had always been the kind of friend who thought a simple meal could stitch time back together.The restaurant was small, tucked into a side street with a single gold sign above the door. I arrived early and chose a table near the window. The air smelled faintly of roasted garlic and lemon. Outside, the streetlight cast a soft circle on the pavement.Celia walked in exactly on time. She looked almost the same, her hair pulled back, her stride quick and certain. She saw me immediately and came over, her smile widening as she reached f
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