The clock showed seven in the evening at Nathan’s residence. The atmosphere of the house was calm. In the living room, Thalia sat on the sofa with her laptop open in front of her. She was working on preparations for the fashion show that would be held in two days. Her fingers were typing, but her mind was not entirely focused. From time to time, she glanced at the clock on the wall, as if waiting for something.

As soon as the sound of a car entered the yard, Thalia’s eyes lit up. “Finally he’s home,” she whispered softly while quickly closing her laptop. She stood up and straightened her...