The moonlight faded. Morning light broke through. Their wedding anniversary had officially arrived.
There would be flowers, a romantic dinner, all the usual fanfare. But what Grace couldn’t stop staring at was the key in her palm—the one Raphael had already given her the night before.
The real gift. Her mind was consumed now with how to design their new five-story home, complete with a courtyard and underground garage.
After dinner, she went to see the house again. Her first official photo with it captured her standing in the grand foyer, still wearing her bold, red-and-blush evening gown.
The plunging neckline, dramatic V cut, and cascading tulle skirt were exactly her brand of over-the-top elegance.
Naturally, her so-called “plastic” social circle were green with envy. And it wasn
