"Trevon," Lydia called out, her voice a tender mix of sorrow and hurt.Her wrist was swathed in thick white bandages, looped around her neck for extra support, making her look even more delicate against the October chill. She was dressed in nothing but a light blouse, which made her seem all the more fragile and endearing.Trevon's eyes landed on her immediately, and he almost went to her but checked himself at the last second.Lydia's heart sank a little more.Only when they were close enough to speak without raising their voices did Trevon finally say, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting in the hospital?"Lydia hung her head dejectedly. "I... I just missed you," she murmured, knowing better than to make a scene out there.Trevon frowned. "Come on. Let's grab something to eat."He set off at a brisk pace.Lydia shot Madeline a challenging look and hurried after him.Madeline laughed softly and trailed behind, casually taking out her phone to capture a picture of Trevo
Madeline hesitated momentarily. "Is he really that quiet?"Over text, Bernard was anything but silent.She had even silently critiqued him before, thinking how his chatty nature did not quite match his stoic face."He's the king of keeping it short. If he can stay silent, he will. If he can get away with a single word, that's all you're getting."Yahir threw up his hands and continued, "I mean, even I can't get more than two words out of him, and I never shut up."Madeline let out a snort of laughter. So, Yahir was aware of his chatterbox tendencies.Trevon was seated right behind Madeline. The back of the chair hid her face from him, but he could sense her cheerful spirit.It reminded him of how buoyant she was when he first got out of the hospital—all patched up and new.However, their easy banter had dwindled to almost nothing somewhere along the line.Madeline had turned into a woman of few words, just like Bernard. Ever since Lydia returned, Madeline had grown prickly, as
A waiter approached the group with a warm smile. "Miss, I'll place the order for you."Lydia, though irked, could only shoot Trevon a look of longing and stay silent. Trevon, however, seemed oblivious to her, his attention fixed on Madeline.Madeline was the picture of poise as she ate.Her bowl was filled with a generous serving of beef, courtesy of Bernard's attentive offerings.She only intervened when the pile grew too high.Bernard had always been reserved, but with Madeline, he was a different man.As Trevon mulled over Bernard's earlier remark about beauty, a surge of irritation welled up inside him, and he abruptly set down his cutlery.Yahir blurted out, "Trevon, lost in thought? Not hungry? Pass that beef over to me! I can't get enough of it!"Trevon slid the beef across the table with a look of distaste. "This place is just so-so. Next time, I'll have someone bring in some prime cattle from Sheffield.""Ah, now you're talking!" Yahir said between mouthfuls. "Make su
The gazes, whether of surprise or scrutiny, all fell upon Lydia.Lydia appeared oblivious to any difference, only smiling at Trevon. Trevon's brow creased ever so slightly.Before he had a chance to utter a word, Madeline chimed in, "I've slimmed down a bit recently. Would you mind taking my measurements again?"The toll of her pregnancy was more than a little noticeable. She had not been sick much, but her appetite had vanished, shedding a few pounds off her frame.The manager was quick to respond, ushering two saleswomen to attend to Madeline's request.Madeline seemed utterly unconcerned, giving off a 'whatever suits you' vibe, which made Trevon's frown deepen.After all, she had used a contract to strong-arm him just the day before.Lydia gave his sleeve a gentle tug. "Trevon, what do you think of that blue gown with the stars?"He gave it a brief look. "If it catches your fancy, try it on."Sensing his half-hearted response, he motioned to two saleswomen. "She's nursing a
In no time, the manager presented a new option. "Let's try a different dress that doesn't need heels. Our latest design is all about comfort. You could even rock it with flats."The dress was a soft shade of green, its elegance matched by a quiet grace. Madeline slipped into it and felt transformed, like a refreshing spring."This is the one. These shoes too.""Sure thing. We'll need to tweak the fit, but it'll be ready by tonight."Madeline offered a grateful smile. "Thanks a bunch."…Meanwhile, Lydia was facing a dilemma. The sales lady hesitated. "This gown is custom-made, so it's a tad snug at the waist. Maybe try another?"However, Lydia was smitten, diamonds and all. Ignoring the advice, she inhaled sharply and yanked the zipper up. She gazed at her reflection—she was dazzling.The sales lady watched Lydia's triumphant poses, her heart racing with concern.The diamonds were like stars in the sky, each one connected to the next. However, if a single gem were to slip away
Trevon's patience was wearing thin.To him, it was just a dress. Lydia liked it, but Madeline had other, better options.Why the fuss?Madeline's stance was a clear challenge to Lydia.Trevon pressed on. "She's sick, cut her some slack."Madeline replied, "Being sick means she gets to steal other people's stuff?"Trevon's frown deepened. "Why can't you see sense?"Had that been in the past, Madeline's heart would have surely ached. However, all she felt was a twinge of disappointment.Madeline smiled faintly. "She's that into it? Does she want it that badly? Alright, then. Three million dollars, and after the cash is handed over, it's all hers. Mr. Gibson, surely you're not dipping into your grandmother's funds to woo some side chick, are you?"Trevon's voice was a low rumble of warning. "What nonsense are you spouting?"Madeline's chuckle was light, her gaze locked with his, the taunt in her eyes unmistakable.Eventually, Trevon was the one to back down. "No need to bring G
Lydia felt as though she had been slapped when she heard the accusation. "I didn't know it was Madeline's until I tried it on," she protested.Tracy's sharp eyes turned to the manager. "So, you're suggesting my sales associate is slacking off, letting people try on dresses reserved for others? Who's responsible for this?"The manager was caught between a rock and a hard place, not wanting to upset anyone there.Lydia could only give Trevon a look that pleaded for understanding.Trevon spoke up. "Tracy—"However, before he could continue, Tracy cut him off. "This is a conversation for the ladies. Be quiet."His words were choked back, unspoken.Tracy turned to the manager and sternly ordered, "Bring them here. I want to see who thinks they can defy my rules."Lydia's heart sank, but she tried to smile it off. "It was just a mix-up with the dress. I'll take it off and give it back to Madeline."Tracy was unyielding and brutally frank. "Who are you to meddle in the running of my
As always, Trevon did not hesitate to send her home.Madeline's world went momentarily dark, and she sank onto the couch.Tracy was spooked, feeling concerned. "Madeline, are you alright?"Madeline gave a weak shake of her head. "I'm okay, Tracy. I turned you down because I've just been discharged from the hospital. I'm not back to full strength yet...""Don't sweat it, I get it. I shouldn't have asked, especially with your need for privacy," Tracy conceded.Madeline offered a wry smile. To her, art was art—painting, photography, no matter. There was no hierarchy. It was just her health that was the dealbreaker.Uneasy about Madeline heading back to the company alone, Tracy arranged for a driver. "Drop by the studio sometime. My daughter's a bit younger than you, and I bet you'd get along."Madeline's smile was her yes.After Madeline left, Tracy returned to her studio, her mind on Trevon. She spat in disgust, "I can't believe he's fussing over someone else when his wife's bare