who matches your new face.”
The room went silent. Sebastian didn’t pull away. He looked at Vanessa with a cold, terrifying smile.
“You’re right, Vanessa,” he said. “The joke is over. But you’ve misunderstood the punchline. I didn’t wear that suit to find a woman who matched my face. I wore it to find a woman who didn’t.”
He turned to Clara and kissed her hand in front of everyone. “My wife is the only person in this room who is beautiful on the inside. Most of you… you’re just wearing a different kind of silicone.”
The Cracks in the Mirror
But drama isn’t always found in enemies; sometimes, it’s found in the mirror.
As the weeks passed, Clara began to withdraw. She felt like an ornament. When Sebastian was “Baste,” she was his strength, his hands, his caretaker. Now that he was Sebastian, he was the sun, and she
