In the high-stakes world of New York's elite, real estate tycoon Zane Blackwells and fashion icon Livia Rook defy convention with their passionate love affair. As they navigate corporate battles and familial pressures, their bond faces relentless sc...
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The grand ballroom is filled with soft, shimmering light as the evening unfolds. The sound of light chatter and laughter mingles with the soft notes of the orchestra playing in the background. My suit feels like a second skin, the fabric hugging my frame just right. Every eye in the room is on me as I move through the crowd, greeting familiar faces, exchanging pleasantries, and silently assessing everything happening around me.
The event is in full swing now. The guests are settled, the drinks are flowing, and the atmosphere is exactly how I envisioned it—elegant, sophisticated, and undeniably impressive. This is my world, and I'm in complete control.
But even with all the distractions, my mind keeps drifting back to one thought: her. The designer. I keep scanning the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone who might look out of place. Someone who carries themselves with the quiet confidence of someone who knows the value of craft. Who could be behind the suit that fits me so perfectly?
I hear my name called, and I turn to find Richard Cole approaching. He's holding a sleek, ivory-colored envelope in his hand, the weight of it unfamiliar. My curiosity piques, and I reach for it without hesitation.
"Mr. Blackwell," he says, handing me the envelope with a slight bow. "The invitation card you requested to be sent out has been delivered. We've ensured everything is in order, as per your instructions."
I take the envelope, a small smile playing on my lips. "Thank you, Richard."
Before he can walk away, I look him in the eye, lowering my voice just enough for only him to hear. "And have you arranged the meeting with the designer after the event?"
He nods quickly, his expression unreadable. "Yes, Mr. Blackwell. Everything is set for after the event, as per your request."
I let out a slow breath, the anticipation building in me. Whoever crafted that suit—whoever this designer is—has made their mark on me. The event can only go so far tonight, but this meeting, this conversation, has the potential to change everything.
"Good," I murmur, before turning my attention back to the room. The buzz of excitement is palpable, the evening now in full swing. Guests are mingling, laughing, and enjoying the grandiose spectacle I've meticulously planned. Yet my thoughts keep returning to one thing: her.
I check my watch—soon, the time will come to finally meet the person behind the craftsmanship, the person who has unknowingly set the stage for something greater.
The evening is just getting started, and already I feel like something is about to shift in ways I can't predict.
