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Let’s be clear on something, I didn’t have feelings for Rina. Not anymore. But I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t be easier with her.

I cleared my throat and tilted my head toward the door.Maybe some fresh air would do me some good.“We should get going.”Or I may just lose my mind.“We wouldn’t want to be late for Stefan’s catwalk.”

Her foot dropped and she retreated, leaning back and grabbing her purse from her lap. “Yeah, right.” I thought I saw the sparkle in her eye disappear. But that was only because it was replaced by a fire. That same fire I’d seen before. She added, “But just so we’re clear, what Rina wants changes nothing for me. I’ve never been too good with not getting what I want, and I think it’s pretty clear what that is.”

As I got up from my seat, I pulled at the back of my neck and groaned.

Great.Was there some sort of guidebook on what to do when two headstrong women didn’t like not getting their way? Because someone please mail me the book, okay? Something told me I was going to need all the help I could get.

What was that saying about being wrapped helically around an axis? Yeah, that was me.

Introducing “Poetic Ruse” from Stefan Becker:

An Infinitely Elegant and Timeless Collection

I seek the drama.

The unsolicited advice.

Desire to know what is right.

But do the wrong.

Bring on the chaos.

I implore you to be forceful.

To leave disaster in your wake.

Pain and suffering.

Love can break you,

But fashion will fulfill you.

The calm from the storm.

To leave room for the new you to be born.

Chapter Fifteen

Bianca

Unlike the otherLondonshows I’d attended so far, Stefan’s catwalk had the front row reserved for VIPs. I wasn’t too surprised since it was long established that the guests in the front row usually defined the popularity and standing of the designer. Clearly, Stefan wanted his front row to screamStefan’s the man!Or something like that.

Knox was in the third row, and I suddenly felt like I was in a classroom, separated by assigned seating from the boy I wanted so desperately to sit next to and pass notes with. Chuckling to myself, I pulled my phone out since it was still early and the guests were trickling in.

Bianca:Sitting in the front of the classroom feels like a punishment.

Knox:Not if you’re a good little girl.

Bianca:Get real, do I seem like that?

Knox:I think given the right motivation, you could be a very good girl.

Bianca:I don’t know, I’m a very take-charge kind of girl, but I’d be willing to test out your theory.

Knox:I like the sound of that.

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