“Hope you’re good?” Sophia asked gently.

Selene scoffed. “Good? Please. I’ve been better. All this happened because of Aria that cheap slut.”

“Selene calm down,” Sophia said quickly.

“I am calm,” Selene snapped. “I just lost my fiancé. My reputation. Business partners are running like I have a contagious disease.”

Sophia tilted her head. “Then you rebuild.”

Selene laughed bitterly. “Rebuild with what? Air?”

“With strategy,” Sophia replied smoothly. “That’s why you should come to my fashion show. Investors, designers, sponsors people with money and short memories.”

Selene hesitated, then sighed. “When is it?”

“Friday.”

Selene nodded. “I’ll be there.”

Damian stepped out of his room, impeccably dressed, every detail...