of my career. I was the frontrunner for the Pi
widow of his older brother. My fiancé, Kason, the man who was suppo
credit for my projects. During a promotional shoot, he stood by and watched
m the entire industry. He didn't stop there. He pushed me to the gro
while I was ca
. I took my unborn baby and disappeared. I flew to a
ears, we w
pte
silk gown, my heart pounding against my ribs. Tonight was the night I' d been work
runner. It was more than a building; it
gue, Arthur Vance,
Clara. A well-deserved win.
ervous, smile. "Thank you,
"There's no j
tate mogul in the city, the man who was going to build Sunstone. But he' d called an hou
e moment we've all been waiting for. The Pinnac
a smile already
rrett for 'T
' t make sense. The Willow was a derivative,
I felt the eyes of the entire hall on me, the fav
k back into my seat, the plush velvet feeling like stone
g for something, anything to make
so
ng in the third row, his powerful fr
s were fixed on the stage, on th
é' s first love. The wi
e wasn't for me.
ound me, a low hum of c
rrett? Wh
ion to the Hanson Corporat
ong. Sunstone was
brutal clarity. Kason had done t
iving room about her stalled career and how she' d never achieve
n for you, Hazel. I
ilt, a story he never fully told me. A story
cus on my craft-all of it culminated in this moment. A moment he had hand
blur. I sat frozen until
und me, his expr
la
ice dangerously c
fused. "It' s just an award. It
embling now. "It was the Pinnacle Priz
ore. It' s a stepp
my life's work made so
ed? I poured a decade of my life into my work to get here! My in
stand. The words were a torrent, a da
an award! It
th emotion I could
thing in his eyes. Regret, maybe. But
rds, Clara. Bigger proj
onizing. He didn't und
g," I said, my voice dropping to a
breathless vo
as
trophy, ran toward us. She threw her arms
ning. "I can't believe it. Th
as he looked at her. He
azel. Your talent d
he hadn't spent a single sleepless night refining her design. She hadn't fought
, and he had made
and walked away, the sound of their happy