WHEN FORTUNE BECOMES A BOND
They were all in a spectrum of black, navy, and deep burgundy—elegant, severe, and utterly safe.
“Mr. Sterling’s team provided a palette,” Colette explained. “We must project an image of sophistication and stability.”
Elara’s heart sank. She ran a hand over the exquisite fabrics, but they felt cold and foreign. They were costumes for the part she was being forced to play. Then, her gaze snagged on a flash of color at the very end of the rack. It was a gown of deep, emerald green, the color of a forest at twilight.
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