The mansion had grown colder. Not by temperature, but by the way hearts in its walls no longer beat together.
Two weeks. Fourteen long days where Damian’s shadow never fell across Emery’s doorway, where his laughter no longer echoed down the marble halls, where Blake’s stories went unanswered.
And in those same fourteen days, Clara’s face appeared everywhere television screens, glossy magazines, gossip blogs all beside Damian’s name.
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“Billionaire Heir Damian Knight and Clara Vance Spark Dating Rumors.”
“Is Clara the Future Mrs. Knight?”
“Emery Who? Damian Seen Escorting Clara to Gala.”
The headlines screamed louder than Emery’s heart could bear. Each time she turned on the TV or scrolled through her phone, Clara’s image beamed back at her, linked arm in arm with Damian.
She sa
