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Serena pressed her lips together.

So, was this Hugh's way of letting more people come to know her mother's name?

Art and design often crossed paths, so collaborations between the two industries were common. And this gesture-it was Hugh's way of showing he cared.

"Alright," she said softly. "I'll follow his arrangements."

"Please follow me," Holly said warmly, leading her inside.

Outside, one of the associates was still holding the black card, speaking quietly with the assistant manager.

"A black card even covers limited editions for free?"

"Of course not!" The assistant manager scoffed. "Not even royalty gets limited editions for free. That was Mr. Hugh. He called just now to cover the cost.

"It's between husband and wife, so don't go blabbing. Mr. Hugh isn't someone you want to cross."

While he was at it, the assistant manager gave the whole staff a stern warning to keep this under wraps.

Cole, who was waiting near the entrance with Sarah, caught snippets of the conversation.

huh? Too bad that affection only went

meant to build a

for a quick meeting. By the time she

a deep green silk evening gown with elegant embroidery. A soft rabbit-fur shawl rested on her shoulders-

jaw occasionally tucked

Serena was starving.

the venue for food, she realized that, for a gathering of designers and collectors, there wasn't much to eat. There were hardly any cookies

Then, she looked around.

sign of the person who insisted she attend. Where on

here alone

after, the crowd

star. He and his fiancée make such a

excellent too. Sure, Nebula Design's success was due to Mr. Hugh, but it's clear Mr. Cole's stepping up. When the time comes, he'll take

Serena arched an eyebrow.

what this was all about. With Hugh not present to speak at the launch, people had mistaken Cole as the heir apparent

it was going to be

just as the crowd

Cole's side, strutting toward her in a tight,

makeup, a champagne glass

Serena's juice