INICIAR SESIÓNHANNAH'S POV:Martin was there too. He and Lucas had been rebuilding things carefully, which was the right way to rebuild them, not rushing or even pretending that the weeks of ignoring each other had not happened, just being honest about what they both wanted and working toward it with the patience that real things require. They were not back to where they had been, not yet, but they were moving in the right direction and it was visible in the way they stood near each other, its thr very ease of two people who have decided to keep trying.Sam, at some point, found his way to me.He looked up at me with James Osei's eyes, according to Martin once again who had told me about James's eyes, and said, "Are you the lady who makes the dresses?""One of them," I said. "It is a team effort."He considered this seriously. "Uncle Lucas says you are the one who is in charge though.""Uncle Lucas is correct," I said.He nodded. "My gran says the person in charge should always say thank you to the
HANNAH'S POV:He called me from the board meeting when it was over. I was in the warehouse and I stepped outside to take it and I stood in the loading area where I had spoken to Dara and he said, "It went well. Prentiss used the word integrity and I think he meant it." I said good. He said, "Are you working?" I said yes. He said, "Of course you are." There was warmth in his voice when he said it."Go back to work," he said. "I will get the twins. We will have dinner at home.""Normal dinner?" I said."Normal dinner," he said. "Andrew requested the pasta thing and Amelia immediately said she also wanted the pasta thing even though last week she said she was tired of pasta.""Amelia reserves the right to change her mind," I said."She has informed me of this," he said. "Several times. I have accepted it as a household policy." A pause. "I love you.""I know," I said. "I love you too. See you at home."I went back inside and I finished the review of the spring pieces and Sandra told me
HANNAH'S POV:Better late than losing her somewhere else. I was choosing to hold onto that.The next morning she arrived with a printed document and placed it in front of me.I looked at the number at the top."That is the market rate," she said.I looked at the number for a moment."It is on the higher end of the market rate," I said."It is accurate for this city and this level of responsibility," she said. "I can send you the sources if you would like.""You have sources?" I said."I have three sources," she said. "And a comparison table."I looked at the comparison table she produced from behind the printed document. It was thorough in a way that was so completely Maya that I almost laughed."You prepared this before I offered you the role," I said."I prepared it when I started to suspect you were going to offer me the role," she said. "That was approximately four months ago."I stared at her. "Four months ago I had not decided.""I know," she said. "But you were going to. It was
HANNAH'S POV:The case against Voros was no longer just about my mother. It was about a pattern that had been running for decades and that nobody had been in a position to challenge because he was powerful enough that the cost of challenging him had always been higher than the cost of staying quiet.Until now.Lucas sent me a message that said: I am writing the press release and I want you to know I have used the word reckoning twice in the first paragraph alone and I feel completely fine about this.Paige called that same afternoon.She had been following everything. She said she had been following it since the collection, since she had sat in the front row and cried before the show even started, since I had mouthed I told you at the end of the runway and she had completely fallen apart in a way she was not embarrassed about at all."I wanted to tell you," she said. "My wedding is in six weeks. And I am going to wear the dress. I was going to even before all of this but I wanted to t
HANNAH'S POV:The fashion world, when it decides to respond to something, does not do it quietly.By the afternoon the article had been shared more times than our team could track accurately. By the evening the first industry response pieces were appearing. By the following morning, three things had happened that none of us had specifically planned for.The first was that a designer named Celia Marcos, who had been in the industry for thirty years and whose work I had admired since I was in school, posted a statement on her professional platform. It was three paragraphs long and it described a meeting she had with Aldric Voros twenty-two years ago in which he had made her an offer that had felt wrong and which she had declined and which she had never spoken about publicly because she had not seen the point of speaking about something she had no way to prove. She saw the point now, she said. She wanted it on record.The second was that a retired editor from one of the major internation
HANNAH'S POV:I put the phone face down on the worktable and kept looking at the pieces.Sandra, who missed absolutely nothing, said without looking up from the hem she was examining, "Go and look boss. Then come back and be present here."I looked at her."It is your mother's name," she said, still not looking up. "You are allowed to look at what happens when it goes out into the world. Then you come back and we finish the review."I picked up the phone.The case had been filed in two jurisdictions simultaneously, which was Castellan's strategy and which she had described as making it expensive and noisy and difficult to absorb cleanly. The filing document was public record and the press had received embargoed information the night before through the journalist Castellan's team had been working with, a woman named Lura Mike who had been writing about intellectual property and the fashion industry for fifteen years and who had asked every question I had hoped she would ask when we fi
HANNAH’S POV:A few days later:“Everything is set and you look fabulous!” Maya complimented staring at me in awe and I smiled brightly at her, staring at myself in the mirror.Tonight was the celebration of one of the most popular banks in the country, as it was celebrating it’s 50th anniversary.
HANNAH’S POV:“Wow,” he muttered, opening the car door for me. “I should’ve gotten a warning before seeing you like this.”I chuckled as I slid into the passenger seat. “Don’t start, Roman. You begged me to come, remember?”“True,” he said with a smirk, getting in beside me. “But I didn’t know you
ELIJAH'S POV:Just as I walked out of the mall ignoring the stares and glances, I saw a flower shop with beautiful lilies and I had just found out that Hannah loved them and roses. I had a friend working in Bri dresses and I had requested one of the limited edition dresses, as a gift for Hannah an
HANNAH’S POV:“This is Mr Smith, my lawyer.” He introduced us and I let out a breath and stared at the both of them.What did they have up their sleeves?The lawyer cleared his throat but said nothing yet, simply adjusted his tie. Elijah ignored my tone and attitude, setting the takeout down on the







