LOGINShare
Chapter 3
Latest chapter
Nine Postponed Weddings, One Final Goodbye Chapter 9
Dante was already at the café when I arrived.He stood so quickly that his knee caught the table. The cup beside him rattled against its saucer.“Clara.”“Sit down.”He did.There were no men hovering behind his chair. If he had brought security, they were out of sight. He looked thinner, but he was still Dante: immaculate coat, expensive watch, the instinctive stillness of a man accustomed to being watched.I ordered tea.For a moment, neither of us spoke.“You look well,” he said.“I’m getting there.”He nodded, as if the distinction mattered.“I read your feature. About the embroiderer.”“Thank you.”“And I saw the Varenne work. I didn’t know you could do that.”“You didn’t ask much about my work.”His eyes dropped to the table.“No. I didn’t.”The waiter brought my tea. I let it steep. A bicycle bell sounded outside, followed by someone laughing at the crossing.Dante took a small leather case from his coat.My stomach tightened before I could stop it.“I brought this,” he said, th
Nine Postponed Weddings, One Final Goodbye Chapter 8
The first sketch was awful.“It looks like a haunted laundry room,” our art director, Inès, said.I looked at the floating gown on the screen and laughed. “All right. Too much movement.”“Too much everything.” She pulled her chair beside mine. “Start with the sleeve.”We worked through lunch, although she made me eat half her sandwich. Instead of gowns hovering in front of Paris landmarks, we used a simple studio set: pale plaster, strong side light, fabric arranged on concealed supports.A sleeve curved as though an arm had just left it. Pleats held the shape of a turning body. Inès found a way to show the structure without making the clothes look abandoned.I wrote the accompanying copy and suggested the title, After the Figure.At two thirty, we had six mock-ups, a revised shot list, and a production estimate that stayed within the existing budget.At three, we took them to Maison Varenne.Their creative director, étienne, frowned at the first image.“We sell clothes to women. We ca
Nine Postponed Weddings, One Final Goodbye Chapter 7
Clara POVParis did not fix me at the arrivals gate.I was tired, my suitcase had a damaged wheel, and I cried in the taxi because I could not find the address of the temporary apartment in my email.The driver waited while I searched. Then he handed me a packet of tissues without comment.It was a good introduction to the city: a small disaster, followed by an ordinary kindness.My editor, Marianne, had arranged a few days for me to settle in. I bought groceries, found a doctor for my follow-up care, and walked to the office once so I would not be late on my first morning.At night, I called Mia.“Have you eaten?” she asked before saying hello.“Yes.”“Something you had to chew?”I held up a piece of toast to the camera.“Needs work,” she said, “but I’ll allow it.”The canceled wedding had made a few society sites in New York. There was a photograph of the welcome screen and several unpleasant guesses about who had betrayed whom.Dante’s statement was brief. He took responsibility and
Nine Postponed Weddings, One Final Goodbye Chapter 6
That night, I went through the house looking for things Clara had forgotten.I found how little of her had been allowed to remain.Her books were gone from the study. The framed photograph of her mother had disappeared from the bedside table. A shallow drawer held nothing but two buttons and the spare ribbon from a gift I could not remember giving her.In the living room, the broken pottery dish sat where she had left it.I picked up one half and turned it over. Her crooked painted C. My thumbprint.I remembered making it. She had laughed so hard at my attempt that the instructor came over to see what was wrong. Afterward, we ate burgers in the car while she scrolled through the photographs she had taken of my efforts, laughing all over again.I had once known how to make her happy without buying her anything expensive.My phone rang. Dr. Russo.“She’s been discharged to a friend’s care,” I told him.“I know. I’m calling about what happened at the house.”“You said it was her ulcer.”“
Nine Postponed Weddings, One Final Goodbye Chapter 5
Dante POVClara had left the hospital.That was all the driver said, but I heard it as a challenge.“Then go to the house.”“She’s not there either, boss. The gate team said her friend collected her.”I looked at the phone. Her last message was still open.I have ended our engagement.She had said it earlier. I remembered the words perfectly. I had decided she did not mean them because the alternative was inconvenient.“Find out where—”I stopped. In the corridor outside Bianca’s apartment, two of my men were waiting for orders. All I had to do was finish the sentence.Then I remembered Clara on the hospital bed, asking for quiet as if it were the only thing left I might give her.“Bring the car,” I said. “We’re going home.”The house was ready for photographs. Someone had placed fresh flowers on the staircase. A white ribbon floated loose from the banister.Her keys were on the coffee table.I saw the ring next. Then the bracelet, still in its case.The printed schedule lay beneath th
Nine Postponed Weddings, One Final Goodbye Chapter 4
Dante used to like surprises.For his first birthday with me, I had taken him to a tiny jazz club where no one knew his name. He had left his men outside and spent the evening with his knee pressed to mine beneath the table.On the walk home, he told me it was the first time in years he had felt like a man on a date instead of his father’s successor.I remembered that now, with a ribbon dangling from my hospital chair and Bianca wearing his jacket.“You can tell me,” he said.“I’m not marrying you, Dante.”He exhaled, looking more tired than shocked.“Clara, you’re frightened and upset. Don’t say something you’ll regret just because you’re angry.”Bianca’s eyes immediately filled with tears.“This is because of me, isn’t it?” Her voice trembled. “If Clara wants me gone, I’ll go back to Montreal today.”She had barely finished speaking when her body swayed.Dante caught her instinctively.“Bianca.”“I’m fine.” She tried to pull away. “I never meant to ruin your wedding.”“You haven’t ru
You May Also Like
They Crowned My Twin，So I Left the Mafia Family
TJ50.1K viewsSwapping Mafia Husbands
Lynette Woods18.9K viewsThe Don’s Regret After My Departure
Miss Smoke17.3K viewsThe Don's Secret Wife No More
Liora Z14.9K viewsThe Mafia Heir Forgot the Woman Who Saved Him
Iris624 viewsThe Fairness I Never Got
Seren2.2K viewsI Left the Don and Became Sicily's Queen
Yulansa592 viewsFinding My Mafia Husband Registered Married With Others, I Chose To Leave Him
Terra.D596 views
