Chapter 156

[Cordelia]

Atlas looks flawless. He often does. But unlike before, when I found his perfect exterior intimidating, Now that we have become so much closer, I know that his cold exterior is his armor, a mask he wears to keep his true self safe and hidden from the rest of the world.

The fashion industry is cruel and cutthroat, as can the rest of the LA elite. I don't blame his parents for chosing to raise their boys far away from the madness of LA society.

I am grateful that he thought ahead to stop at the Steele family manor before heading into town. He even had someone bring up some of my clothing, for which I am grateful. None of the clothes I had left behind when I moved out fit me, not only in size but in personality.

The Cordelia Steele who walked out on Atlas that night is no longer the Cordelia Steele I am today. Her clothing would feel like borrowing someone else's castoffs.

"Wear the emeralds," Atlas insists as he stands behind me in the mirror. "They will give you strength.