It still sounded extreme to me—building your life around a person. But I understood it better now.
“You need something that’s yours, Tiffany,” I said gently, looking at her. “Something that gives you joy and value. For you—not just Darian.”
She nodded, her expression brightening. “We took sewing classes… and I always wanted to go into fashion. When Emma’s a bit older, I want to go to fashion school. Darian and I have talked about it a lot. He’s trying to start a tech company first—wants to do it on his own, no help from my father. He’s hoping his big brother might support him when the time comes.”
She looked at me, hopeful. “Could you… maybe put in a word for him?”
I smiled. “Already did. His pitch was solid. Lucian and I talked about it. You don’t need to worry. Lucian would have supp
