(Rosalie's POV)
Sylvia's worried whisper made the air in the studio feel suddenly heavy.
*I thought Lucian didn't like you coming here.*
The memory hit me like a physical blow. Four years ago, just after we opened *Moon & Rose*, I used to rush here during my lunch breaks. Steel Tech was less than a year old then. Lucian was overeager, desperate to prove himself, and he had botched several crucial venture capital negotiations.
I had tried to advise him to slow down. I told him the market needed stability, not speed.
He exploded.
I could still see him standing in his office, his eyes cold as surgical steel. He looked down at my feet. My Jimmy Choo heels had a tiny speck of grey clay on the rim.
"Look at yourself," he had sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. "You look like some me
