oded with mes

stormed back in,

AGGED Chloe out

back! HOLY S AVA! Chloe is we

tached

iated, in a drab, ill-fitt

looking like he wanted to

-departure policy for its prominent gues

t wasn't a

y Oscar de la Renta gown, crumpled and dis

enshot

to my Inst

in the trash. #

es. The comments were veiled bu

ame home. Long afte

e bedroom. I heard hi

he approached me

s box back?" he aske

. "Is that all

nt. But my relationship with Chloe is purely pro

i-million dollar beach house, attendance at the Starlight Gala, and a designer gown are not 'rew

linc

She looks like Stella. You're trying to recreate so

ed at t

rieved the mahogany bo

tly. It was, after all, a tragic story. "But don't destroy what we have, what we' v

you, Ava. I swear. It won't happen again. I'l

me into an embrace. He kiss

er lip. Hard. Enough to

, a flicker of somet

der," I

rite smile touched his lips. He seeme

and carried me

ed myself to hope. Maybe th