Ava did not notice Marie.The instant her eyes met Alexander’s across the terrace, she quickened her pace. The corridor ahead seemed suddenly narrower, the air thinner. If she could just reach the changing room—He was faster.He stepped directly into her path, tall and immovable, his presence cutting off her escape as cleanly as a closed door.“Where are you going?” he demanded.The American edge in his voice was unmistakable—low, controlled, but threaded with irritation.Was she really avoiding him like he was some kind of contagion?“What’s it to you?” Ava shot back, lifting her chin.She attempted to move around him.He shifted right.Blocked again.“Where’s Cello?”“He’s changing,” she replied crisply. “I’m taking him home. If you have nothing urgent to discuss, Mr. Vanderbilt, do allow me to pass.”“The event’s not over. You can’t leave.”Her eyes flashed.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said evenly, though her gaze burned, “I agreed to let my son assist with your fashion show. I did not
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