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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.

So, his uncle liked Serena, huh? Too bad that affection only went so far-just enough to buy her gifts and

end, the one meant to build a future with

to the office for a quick meeting. By the time she clocked out, the sky was painted in sunset

gown with elegant embroidery. A soft rabbit-fur shawl

eyes even more striking. With her delicate jaw occasionally tucked into the fur collar, the sharpness

Serena was starving.

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.

who insisted she attend. Where

here

the

a rising star. He

Nebula Design's success was due to Mr. Hugh, but it's clear Mr. Cole's

Serena arched an eyebrow.

about. With Hugh not present to speak at the launch, people had mistaken

going to be

juice just

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

makeup, a

sneered at Serena's juice like it