Jennifer
The sharp scent of sandalwood diffused through my penthouse, mingling with the cloying sweetness of the leftover Merlot in my glass. The evening lights of New York City glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I sat curled on the white velvet couch, legs tucked under my thin silk robe, my phone balanced on my thigh. My thumb scrolled relentlessly through i********:, the glow of the screen harsh against the darkened room.
Every influencer. Every lifestyle blog. Every fashion curator.
They were all reposting Eloise’s new brand deal announcement with Fauné Maison and Vivienne Leclerc.
My chest tightened so violently I thought my ribs might shatter. My pulse thudded behind my eyes, vision blurring with rage. The caption blinked before me:
“From heartbreak to haute coutur
