sey
ris didn't feel like
a decompres
countryside blur into streaks of green an
suit I had left New York in. I had shed that
ad bought at a market years ago and hidden
thed. It felt like s
ad made myself. It was a jagged piec
ct. Sha
use
oked
nd eyes the color of warm whiskey. He was holding a violin c
break for it and land on your head,"
edge. Before I could even stand, he reached
dusting off his hand
my voice sounding f
id, offering a ha
sita
s. Randolph. I was a title first
I said finally
eet you, J
k. He didn't stare at my jewelry. He did
nteraction I had experienc
eted me w
xt month building something
Marais. White walls. Soaring ceilin
ench conversation. I stood in front of a mirror in the back
ed dif
because of a corset or social expectation, but because I wasn't
to the gallery,
ir was sucked o
n front of my cen
nn
s wearing a bespoke black suit that cost more than the rent for this e
ed and
my linen dress, my
ike a peasa
low, intimat
ou doing he
o collect
ot your
y personal space. "You are still a Randolph. You don't get to pl
, my heart hammeri
your mistres
cold, sharp sound,
ned up her mess. The gambling debts. The drama.
ean slate. I want
into his ja
tapped the screen, an
od ran
From our bedroom
ading in the specific, control
breath brushed my ear like a curse, "everyone in the art w
Bile rose i
the one thing I had built for myself-this frag
"Photos. Videos. I will burn this lit
k. Not from f
e a prob
eared be
corduroy jacket and holding two glasses of
sneered, looking Judd u
ck," Judd said. His voice was calm
laughe
lled out a velvet box. He tossed it onto the di
necklace. The collar he used
," Bennett ordered
at the
allery track lights-a di
looked
He just set his wine g
d up the
nd, weighing the heav
ed it back on
al thud next to a sculpture
ar costumes any
followed hit hard

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