Chapter 18

Damien stood on a street along Fifth Lane in Dunmoor. Tiny snowflakes drifted onto his shoulders, only to melt away moments later. He looked up at the giant billboard for fashion week not far away, where Juliet's name was displayed in bold letters. Back home, everything was still unresolved. There were questions from his parents, relentless pressure from the board of directors, the sting of betrayal from his lover, and mockery from his rivals… After tasting cold contempt and disdain like never before, he sold off a portion of his private assets and handed the company over to professional managers. Then, he left everything behind and boarded a plane to Dunmoor. But… "An invitation card is required for entry to the show, sir." A guard blocked his way. Damien's fingers trembled slightly. He didn't have an invitation card, so he wanted to say he knew Juliet and was here for her. But when he opened his mouth, the words were stuck in his throat. Who was he? And who was he to Juliet now