Claudia’s eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t think to ask me to be your mentor?”Her words left me blinking, fully taken aback by the unexpected question. “I…”“I could be your mentor, Audrey,” Claudia said almost matter-of-factly as she twirled some more pasta around her fork. “In fact, I might have to
Edwin & AudreyEdwin’s POVBefore I could watch Audrey go, Claudia was already pulling me aside with a tight grip on my arm. I knew what this was about, although I feigned ignorance as though that would somehow help.“It’s about Fiona,” Claudia said, her grip on my arm tightening. “You haven’t spoke
My blood ran cold at her casual cruelty. Plaything? “The answer is no, Fiona,” I said coolly.Her eyes hardened. “I’m not taking no for an answer. I already have the wedding gown picked out. You have two years to wait for me at the end of the aisle, or I’ll make sure everyone knows what a playboy yo
AudreyI stepped out of the art supply store, clutching my new bundle of fabric and sewing notions to my chest. The soft, white cotton would be perfect for the outfit I was planning to make for Claudia’s brunch—a smart pleated skirt and matching top, perfect for ‘playing outdoor games’, as Claudia h
Edwin shrugged, his arm still around my shoulders. “I can’t stand it when people mistreat humans.” He glanced over his shoulder and grimaced, then shot me the tiniest ghost of a smirk. “I thought the ‘girlfriend’ thing would really teach that barista a lesson.”I tucked a strand of hair behind my ea
AudreyEdwin flicked on the light, revealing what had been hidden inside the closet this whole time: sewing paradise.Well, it wasn’t just a closet—it was an entire workroom for sewing. Bolts of fabric lined the walls in a rainbow of colors and textures, a large cutting table dominated the center, a
“Why?” he murmured, eyeing me suspiciously. “What were you thinking?”I froze, mortified. Had I really been expecting him to suggest... No, I couldn’t admit that. But as I looked up at Edwin, I saw something in his eyes that made my breath halt in my throat. There was a hunger there, a desire that m
AudreyAs I drifted in the darkness, faint whispers tickled the edges of my consciousness. “Silver Star... Our Silver Star…” The voices were barely audible, like a whisper on the wind, but they tugged at something deep inside of me—a part of myself that had been lost to time. A memory, perhaps? I
“I think you’re going to change so many lives,” I said to Eliza. “Those kids are so lucky to have you.” Eliza looked down, her cheeks pink. “Thank you, Audrey. Really.” Tina piped up next. “And my LGBT counseling department is finally off the ground! ” She paused, leaning into my mother, who was
Audrey After a long flight, we finally touched down in Italy. The sunlight streaming in through the plane window was a promising golden hue, and just the sight of it made me feel like my heart was about to leap out of my chest. “I might need a nap when we get to the villa,” Edwin yawned, shaking
And as I watched, I felt a hand slip into mine. I glanced up, finding Edwin beside me, his gaze focused on the runway but his approval humming through the bond. My mother stood on my other side, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. A lump rose in my throat, and I couldn’t even speak. None of us c
Audrey Edwin and I emerged from the small room, his hand still resting protectively on my back. The hustle and bustle of last-minute preparations immediately hit us, assistants running back and forth, models being ushered into position, and the soft hum of the audience’s chatter drifting through t
“There’s always time,” I whispered, grabbing the wrist of his free hand and pulling it close to peer at his watch. The movement caused him to topple forward, and he caught himself on his other palm, caging me against the hard wood of the vanity. “But maybe not enough time to waste right now.” Edwi
Audrey Before I could even answer his question, Edwin rushed past me and locked the door. When he turned back to me, he was grinning from ear to ear. The sight of that mischievous look on his face made my breath hitch. Once, it had been like pulling teeth to get the man to smile. And now here he
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I tore into the wrapping paper, revealing a soft red scarf. I could tell immediately that it was handmade—there were more than a few uneven stitches, and the outline was lumpy. It was far from perfect. But I loved it all the more for that. “Goddess, Edwin,” I laugh
Audrey The morning of the show was a frenzy. No, more than a frenzy. It was complete and utter chaos. I spent the entire morning from sunup to noon running endlessly from one end of the venue to the other, desperately trying to make sure every last detail was perfect. The racks were lined with c
“Uh… Yeah,” Malakai said. “Coffee would be nice.” A few minutes later, the three of us sat around the table, steaming cups of pitch black coffee in our hands. I kept it bitter, just in case Malakai was here to stir up more shit. It burned a little going down, but I sipped it anyway. Malakai look