Chapter 44
- Danielle stood in front of the full-length mirror in the walk-in closet, smoothing down the soft folds of the cream blouse Alexander had gifted her just a few days ago. She had told him she didn’t need more clothes. He hadn’t responded—just sent her the box with a single note tucked into the silk lining: You deserve soft things.
- She’d pretended not to read too deeply into it.
- But she’d worn the blouse anyway.