Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 477

The negotiations had been surprisingly easy, and the price they offered was generous though that wasn't what really mattered.

Money wasn't what she lacked these days.

What she needed was recognition, a name that carried weight in the world of art and design.

This commission, with its high-profile client and the freedom to create in her own style, could change everything. If it worked out—and with the royal wedding about to be broadcast to the world's elite-her status would soar overnight.

Once it was done,

she could finally strike out on her own.

The thought lit up Mila's face, her delicate features radiant with excitement. Her throat was still sore, so she resisted the urge to hum, but she couldn't help breaking into an impromptu little dance, her dress swirling as she glided out of the studio like a sprite beneath the moonlight.

The hallway outside was quiet.

Adrian Montgomery had already gone back to university for classes tomorrow, leaving the house empty for the night. Mila drifted aimlessly through the softly lit rooms, her spirits high as she admired the flowers in the courtyard, watered them, then wandered into the collection room to admire the priceless paintings and intricate antiques she and her great-aunt had acquired over the years. That's when she stumbled across something unexpected.

She absentmindedly opened an old wooden trunk, and inside lay a familiar wedding gown.

Carefully, she lifted it out-a couture dress adorned with gleaming jewels and embroidered roses. It took only a second for her to recognize it: Moonblush Roses.

Memories came flooding back.

it for Giselle Harvey, but used Mila's name. With her great-aunt's reputation adding to its cachet, the gown was valued at over three

had taken the

seen it again and assumed her great-aunt had quietly disposed of it. But here it was, sealed away in a trunk. Most likely, her great-aunt couldn't bear to part with it, having poured so much effort and

the shimmering gown in the lamplight, and had to admit her great- aunt's craftsmanship was truly

She closed the lid.

in the collection room and went to

a rare chance to indulge in a lazy morning. But the phone woke her

why didn't you come home this weekend? I'm heading to school today- aren't you taking me?" Adrian's chatter

but

sick, Mom?" Adrian picked up

wouldn't be able to drive him to school for the next few

Mila didn't want Adrian to see

questions. Knowing her son, he'd

wait until

"Okay."

his mother not feeling well, he

his backpack, less than cheerful. But as he climbed into the car, he realized Leonard was in the driver's seat. He perked up-then frowned in confusion. “Leonard, aren't you

been by

resting at home, and I happened to be free," Leonard replied,

least, made Adrian

school gate and Adrian hopped out, chattering away to Leonard, he suddenly fell silent. His gaze shifted past Leonard's shoulder and fixed on something behind him,