Game Over No Second Chances

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.

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

the one meant to build a future with Serena

for a quick meeting. By the time

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

striking. With her delicate jaw occasionally tucked into the fur collar, the sharpness she normally carried

Serena was starving.

and collectors, there wasn't much to eat. There were hardly any cookies or desserts in sight. With

Then, she looked around.

who insisted she attend.

here alone wasn't exactly

the crowd stirred

He and his fiancée make such

was due to Mr. Hugh, but it's clear Mr. Cole's stepping up.

Serena arched an eyebrow.

at the launch, people had mistaken Cole as the heir apparent and were lining up to flatter

looked like it was going to be another

her juice just as

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

a champagne glass

Serena's juice