Enough.
She wore ivory.
Of course she did.
An ivory column gown beneath a soft champagne wrap, her dark hair swept over one shoulder, sapphire earrings shining at her ears.
Sapphires.
My hand tightened around my clutch.
Sophia noticed me looking and smiled.
Not with nerves.
Not with guilt.
With victory.
She crossed the room holding a glass of champagne.
“Madison,” she said. “What a spectacular evening. No one does elegance like you.”
“Thank you, Sophia. I’m glad you could join us.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.” Her gaze shifted toward Ethan. Softened. “Tonight feels important.”
“It is,” Ethan said.
I watched them stand together under my lighting, framed by my flowers, inside my design, and I realized they had confused the setting for their stage.
A waiter passed.
I took a glass of champagne.
Sophia glanced at my gown. “Navy is such a strong color on you.”
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