Grace pulled the phone back to her ear. “Didn’t you watch the press conference, Miss Dana? First line, clear as day—I’ve been the designer behind Élan G since day one. That’s three whole years.”
"You—you—" Dana was so furious she couldn’t even string together a full sentence. “Give me back my four million!”
“Sorry, babe, your rush-order earrings are about to ship.” Grace couldn’t hide her delight. She’d always imagined Dana would blow a gasket once found out the truth, and while this wasn’t the reveal she’d planned, the outcome was just as satisfying.
She smirked and added, “Thanks for buying me that yacht, by the way.”
Dana had just been bragging about the million-euro yacht her husband bought her. And now? She’d spent almost the same amount on jewels from Grace’s atelier. In other wo
