Linda leaned in, her eyes glinting with hope that was far too obvious.
"You're not planning to leave again this time, are you?"
Her expression said it all—she was fishing for Morrison.
Lilian only curved her lips into that same bright smile.
"We'll see."
It was a perfunctory answer, nothing more. In truth, she had already decided—once the banquet was over, she'd head straight for the airport and catch her flight back to the States.
There was work waiting for her, campaigns to shoot for Bert's company, schedules packed so tightly she barely had time to breathe.
In the past year, Bert's brand had taken off. He poured everything into that small but ambitious company—every stitch of design, every sleepless night. With her as the face of each collection, their lines sold out season after season. Bert was making a fortune, and the world had started to take notice.
He had even won a prestigious designer's award, the kind that turned heads overnight.
