My first year in Port Sterling was messy and difficult.I had imagined that everything would improve once I left Adrian.Reality was not that kind.I knew no one in the city's design circles, my style was dismissed as impractical, and one submission after another came back rejected.At my poorest, I had twenty-seven dollars left in my account.I bought discounted bread at a corner market and sat on the studio floor, eating while revising my work.Rain streaked the windows.I remembered what Adrian used to tell me in Cedarhaven."Clara, you don't need to work this hard. I'll buy you anything you want."I once mistook that promise for love.Later, I understood it was a gilded cage.He was willing to give me diamonds, a penthouse, and the name Mrs. Hawthorne.He was not willing to give me respect or the right to choose.I swallowed the last bite of bread and returned to my drawings.At three in the morning, Julian opened the studio door.He had just returned from a business
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