against the closed door, weariness seeped into her ver

She remembered Julian had a charity gala that evening. An idea suddenly flashed into

ion, she chose a striking Armani gown. She had it packed and instructed

y a phone call. It was the head

he Tom Ford gown you're wearing tonight is missing. The desig

y one person would want to both undermine her an

le played

oe handed Julian the Armani box. "Julian, this is so

lanced at the dress, and frowned. "T

froze. "But

errupted her, a hint of impatience in his voice. "I'm wearing Tom Ford to su

athly pale. She fran

eyes. "I asked her to prepare it for me... I can't belie

door opened. The estate's butler sto

in your dressing room. I'm sorry, I forgot to tell Miss Miller its location. It's usually m

g Sophie of responsibility and reinforcing

cheeks

box one last disdainful glance. "The size is wro

ng of his curr

ivate bathroom. The silence he lef

utching the ill-fitting s

Sophie listened to

e said calmly, the