- DESMONDThe drawing room felt more cramped than usual. My mother, Veronica, was draped across the velvet sofa, her rings catching the light every time she gestured toward Vivian."Honestly, Desmond," my mother said, her voice turned sweet she saved whenever guests were around. "It’s such a breath of fresh air. Vivian actually knows the difference between a Cartier and a cheap knockoff. Unlike some people who think a plain silver band is a statement piece."Vivian laughed crisply that used to make my heart skip. "Oh, stop, Veronica. I know what you mean. Sierra has her own... charm. It’s very 'utilitarian,' isn't it?""It’s drab," my mother countered, adjusting her pearls. "A billionaire’s wife shouldn't look like she’s about to file taxes. Vivian, dear, you were always the one with the eye for these things. I was just telling Desmond how much we missed your input at the gala last month."I stood by the window, the scotch in my hand gone lukewarm. I watched them. Vivian looked perfec
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