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(Mia)I leave Calder a recording on the home phone in the penthouse.I can’t do it in person. He will try and talk me out of it. Maybe. Or maybe he won’t and that will make me feel worse.“Calder. Hi.”I stop, take a breath, start again.Second try.“Calder, I’ve brought my flight forward. Lena and I are leaving for Paris early. Tonight.”I stop again.My heart is thumping. But I need to get these words out. This isn’t goodbye forever. But it scares me that it really feels like it.I’ve spent three years building my world around Calder, trying to be who he needed me to be. Now I need to be who I need me to be.Walking away, even temporarily, is hard.“Calder, I’m leaving for Paris early with Lena. I need space and to focus on the competition. Please don’t contact me for now.”I keep going.“You need to sort out what you’re doing with Emma and your baby and your life. I need to work out what I’m doing with mine. I’ll likely be asking for the divorce, which I suspect will be a relief fo

(Mia)Finally we land.Lena grabs me and we jump and spin around. She is ten times my excitement level as always.I’m so excited to be here for the first time I can hardly contain myself.We head into arrivals with our carry-ons and I’m wondering how we’ll even know where we are staying or who I am.But I know my dad will have it sorted.We wait a few minutes and then our bags are there.“Where to now?” Lena asks.I stop walking. “Actually, I’m not sure. Let’s just try not to look too lost.”A young man with sparkling hazel eyes comes up with a smile.Lena looks him up and down appreciatively.He looks straight at me and says quietly, “Mia Vincent?”I look at him. “Yes.”He pulls a cream envelope from inside his coat and holds it out. “From your father.”“Thank you.”I take it, open it, and inside is a slim card wallet, a temporary ID, and a note in Dad’s writing.Use this name and ID at the accommodation.I’ll be waiting there at dinner.Can’t wait to see you.Dad.I look down at the

(Mia)The in-house boutique takes up half the lower floor of the mansion.Racks of gowns, shelves of shoes, trays of jewelry, fitters waiting, hair and makeup already set up with staff there as well.Lena looks around. “Wow.”One of the women says, “Senator Vincent asked us to tell you both to charge it all to him.”“My father does love a grand gesture.”Lena turns to me. “Is he sure? I mean… that seems a little excessive.”She hates feeling like a charity case.“I can talk to him if you like.”“No, you know what? We’re here in Paris. Let’s not kill the magic.”“Done deal.”A waiter comes with a tray of champagne. Lena takes one and downs it immediately. “There, that should help me relax and accept this.”“Your turn,” she says to me.I laugh. “I’m not sure that is wise.”“So what? It’s just dinner with your dad, not like he hasn’t seen us smashed before.”I take a glass and drink it down. I mean, she’s right, Dad won’t care.She takes a refill and turns to me. “Drinking game. Every ti

(Mia)Dad is already talking to Jonah and Sofia when he looks over and waves Lena and I across.I glare at him from where I’m standing. He knows exactly why I’m glaring and he won’t care.Lena drains the rest of her drink and puts the glass down on a passing tray. “Well. This should be fun.”“No,” I say. “It really won’t.”Jonah is watching us now. No smile. No politeness. Just that same dark look he’s reserved for me.Sofia smiles as we approach.Dad says, “Mia, Lena. I thought it was about time the USA people all spoke properly.”“Mia is my daughter,” Dad announces proudly. “She and Lena have a very strong entry from New York.”Sofia looks at Jonah. “You went to school in New York, didn’t you?”“Yes.” He answers and he looks decidedly awkward about it.I give Lena a quick look and we both give each other a tiny eyebrow raise.“I thought I remembered that. Daddy likes to poach New York’s finest graduates.” She gives a giggle.Okay, maybe not the sharp architectural intellect level I

(Calder)“No,” Emma says.The realtor is still talking when she turns and walks back out of the condo.I stay where I am for one second longer and look around the living space again.Huge windows. Sharp furniture. Staff wing. Pool. Security.It looks fine to me. I follow her outside.The driver opens the car door. Emma gets in. I slide in beside her and shut the door.“What’s wrong with this one?” I ask.Emma looks straight ahead. “It feels staged. Cold. Impersonal.”“It’s secure. Close to the city.”“A kid doesn’t care about being close to the city, Calder,” Emma says.“I get that. But for now, this one will help with getting to appointments, keeping you close to the hospitals if needed.”Emma turns to me and says, “I want a home. I don’t want to be more pregnant and moving again or moving with baby.”I sigh. She’s right. Not everything is about convenience “I’ll call the broker and see if they have anything more suited to kids that we can look at today.”“Thank you.”“Hopefully we f