Damien’s POVI arrived home late, the weight of a ten-hour client negotiation still sitting squarely between my shoulders. All I wanted was a drink, a moment of silence—maybe a hot shower to rinse off the day.Instead, I stepped into the noise."The nerve of that girl! Acting like she owns the world just because she has a few designs hanging on racks! That boutique isn’t even that impressive. It's all talk!"My mother’s voice rang through the hallway, sharp and bitter. I slowed down mid-step, frowning. She was in the sitting room. And she wasn’t alone.Genevieve was seated beside her, legs crossed neatly, nodding along with a glass of red wine in her hand. She didn’t speak, but the way she leaned in, eyes lit with interest, made it clear she was encouraging every word.My mother looked up the second I stepped in. Her eyes brightened."Damien, finally! You need to talk some sense into that ridiculous woman—"She launched into her tirade without so much as a pause, not noticing how my j
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