Four days had passed since they returned to Paris.
Four days since she'd seen Nicky step into a car and drive off without a glance back.
Eliana hadn't heard from him. Not a message. Not a call. Nothing but silence that echoed louder with every passing hour. It wrapped around her like fog—thick, stubborn, and clinging to her skin no matter how fast she moved.
So, she did what she always did when heartbreak lurked too close to the surface: she drowned in work. She let deadlines and schedules fill the space he'd once taken up in her thoughts.
Luca was in full media frenzy mode—an upcoming line about to drop, interviews scheduled, and appearances stacked like a domino tower she had to keep from toppling. Her phone buzzed constantly. Emails streamed in with subject lines shouting in all caps. Her to-do list refreshed faster than she could tick anything off.
