wrong. Three months later, Mara returned to the Lucerne Hotel for the reopening of its west wing. It was the project Adrian had once claimed he could help furnish. The lobby glowed under restored brass…
loco. Cristian la miró como se mira a alguien que todavía no ha entendido el final de una historia. —Detengan todo el servicio —ordenó sin levantar la voz—. Cancelación inmediata del evento. Saquen a todos…
sunflower sticker. His heart tightened. “What is that?” Mara asked softly. Elise held it against her chest. “I made two letters.” Julian’s voice barely worked. “Two?” She nodded. “One was for if you came home…