"It's done," Cole mumbled, hanging by the door.
"I just came from my lawyer's office. All the assets... the money... it's being transferred to your account."
Camila didn't immediately look up. Her eyes were glued to the mess of fashion design photos spread all over her bed.
Sketches, fabric samples, magazine clippings – a whole creative explosion in the middle of the rumpled sheets.
Camila finally shifted her gaze fully to him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.
Cole hesitated, wanting to say more, to understand the shift in her demeanor.
"Is there anything else... you need?" he asked, but Camila shook her head, dismissing him.
"No. You can go now."
But Cole still lingered by the door. "Are you sure? You know I can help with those..." He gestured vaguely toward the s
