Grace had been a mess all night. After barely sleeping, she decided to skip the studio today. She’d just turned in a design and finalized the 3D-printed wax model. With the proportions confirmed, all that was left was for the artisans to cast the piece based on her blueprint.
She fumbled for the remote and cracked open the curtains. The sky was gray and heavy—not too bright. Then she grabbed her phone, spotting several missed calls—from Dana.
OH, PERFECT. That little devil didn’t even wait for Grace to call her out, she came knocking first.
Dana had left her a string of texts, accusing her of having no loyalty—saying she should’ve stopped Alex from taking her away so easily.
Grace’s forehead instantly sprouted three metaphorical black lines.
Still wrapped in her blanket like a human c
