“It is an honor to introduce you to Mrs. Mariana Ortega, founder of the ‘Phoenix of Fire’ brand and principal investor in this exclusive collection launching tonight.”

Alejandro took a step back, completely distraught.

The red dress with rubies behind Mariana—the same one he had scorned—bore his name on it.

Mariana turned to face him.

And smiled.

But it was no longer the fragile smile of the woman from seven years ago.

“Seven years ago you said I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“A few minutes ago you said I could never touch this dress.”

She raised her hand. The staff opened the display case.

Mariana touched the red fabric with grace.
The lights made the lobby seem to be ablaze.

“What a shame…” she whispered. “Because the one who no longer has the right to touch any of this… is you.”

At that moment, Alejandro’s phone began to vibrate incessantly.

Message from his secretary:

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