Chapter 17

"Do you know why I chose butterflies?" Juliet suddenly asked. Nate put down the sketch as his eyes fell on the tattoo behind her ear. "Because only by enduring the agony of eclosing can a butterfly spread its wings and fly. Am I right?" Juliet's hand that was gripping her pencil trembled slightly. Her eight years of love had amounted to just a bitter joke. She had once believed she would forever be stuck in that rain-soaked night when Damien had chosen to save Callie and given up on her. "If you need me…" Nate's voice suddenly pulled her back to reality. "If your collection needs any structural support for next week's fashion week… I can help work it out." He didn't seem eager for her reply and didn't even look at her. Instead, he sat completely still and left the choice entirely to her. For a moment, Juliet's eyes flickered. His simple offer felt like a key that slipped into the locked door in her heart, but he stayed outside the door and patiently waited for her to invite him