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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.

his uncle liked Serena, huh? Too bad that affection only

one meant to build a future

even made time to head back to the office for a quick meeting. By the time she clocked out, the sky was painted

evening gown with elegant embroidery. A soft

outfit made her bright eyes even more striking. With her delicate jaw occasionally tucked into the fur collar, the sharpness she normally

Serena was starving.

for a gathering of designers and collectors, there wasn't much to eat. There were hardly any cookies or desserts in sight. With a sigh, she

Then, she looked around.

no sign of the person who insisted

Standing here alone wasn't

after, the crowd stirred with

Cole really is a rising star. He and his fiancée make such a picture-perfect

excellent too. Sure, Nebula Design's success was due to Mr. Hugh, but it's

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 and were lining up to

was going to

sipped her juice just as

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

a champagne glass in

sneered at Serena's juice like it had