Chapter 22

At the Milonne Design Week reception, Eleanor was in the middle of a conversation with several brand representatives when Veronica suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. "Let me introduce you to someone." Eleanor turned around and saw a man in a deep navy suit standing under the crystal chandelier. His features were sharply defined under the light, and there was gentleness in the eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "This is my brother, Jackson Griffin," Veronica said with a wink. "He's an international lawyer who has just transferred back from Valemont. He specializes in cases involving women's rights protection." "I've heard a lot about you, Ms. Robinson." Jackson extended his hand, which was warm and dry. "I've seen your 'Nirvana' collection. The way those fractured lines came together was powerful." Eleanor paused slightly. Most people preferred the "Galaxy" collection. Rarely did anyone like the "Nirvana" collection, let alone recognize the metaphor buried within—the years sh