Mirela“Nothing yet?” I asked the man in the black face cap who had been keeping tabs on Arlene and Liam. He nodded, confirming what I already feared. They hadn’t been meeting.I couldn’t help but wonder what had caused the rift between them. They had been so into each other, yet now there seemed to be some invisible wall between them.Had Liam done something to earn her coldness? Or was Arlene just pulling away?“Keep an eye on them,” I ordered. “Call me Fiona on your way out.”“Yes, ma’am.”He left my study, and I was left to ponder the situation in silence.Just as I was about to dig deeper into my thoughts, my phone beeped. It was Louis.I rolled my eyes at the message. To me, he was Louis, the man who had made me squirm and laughed relentlessly for twenty years. But to the world, he was Luis Kodra, the renowned designer from Albania.I had no interest in his fame, but he was useful. He sent me yet another design, this one more extravagant and beautiful.The fabric shimmered on th
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