Divorced Heiress
Chapter 29

After finishing sorting the dresses from the Doinel collection that we were going to wear at each event in the upcoming days, I hurried to take a relaxing shower after giving Tristan his snack and leaving him in his room with Maga.

The stylists were working on Michelle Boyer, Abby, and my mother. I asked to go last because I felt like had a lot left to do, although all I had were nerves from leaving my son with Maga for the whole week. We had never been apart for such a long time, and I

wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.

After getting out of the shower, I delicately put on the silver dress that was meant for tonight's event. The long mermaid-style skirt had a slit that exposed my right leg, and the diamonds covered the necessary parts of my torso over the sheer fabric, leaving half of my back exposed and highlighting my slim silhouette.

Without a doubt, Patrick outdid himself with this sensual and elegant design.

id, unable to hide her excitement. I gave her a smile that reached my eyes before hugging her.

alked away pretending to talk on her phone. I waited for her to be far enough to speak calmly with my mother. elegant with her hair up in a hairstyle and a white dress made to measure. She looked very beautiful.

The stylists were finishing up with Abby, my mother and Michelle were already ready with elaborate hairstyles and subtle makeup. My mother's eyes sparkled when she saw me approach her. She made me spin around to inspect me completely. "That dress could only suit the vice president of Doinel. You look perfect, don't you think, Ms. Boyer?" Michelle didn't respond to my mother. She just gave me a quick expressionless look from head to toe "Thank you, Mom. You look perfect too, you have taken ten years off." I wasn't lying, my mother looked "Oh, I don't believe you. You are a sexy bomb without losing elegance. That dress is simply perfect for My friend approached dragging her black sequined dress, and I gave her a discreet look so she wouldn't I had given her a brief summary of Paul's proposal and my response after the bad time I had had than he stubborn Lancaster. She was almost jumping with excitement, but I clarified that it wasn't anything serious for now. Still, she couldn't help but fantasize about her best friend becoming her sister-in-law. And even though I didn't want to think of it that way I knew I was taking a big step in opening my heart again. I didn't know where Abby got so much romance from. I even thought she was in love for a moment, but then I dismissed the idea when I remembered that she rejected any man who approached her with the intention of starting a romantic relationship. According to her, none of them was the right one.

ook at those diamonds. God, I have no doubt you will be the sensation of this event. And Paul, don't even get me started. He will faint when he sees you." talk about Paul in front of my mother, or else she would start planning their wedding in her mind.

How I would have liked to do the same before getting married. Blind and in a hurry, I ended up living the worst torment. But I didn't complain completely, I still had my beautiful son, and that was enough to forget everything else.

"I'm going for my hair now, or we'll be late. We're running out of time, you all look beautiful." I said, raising my thumb in satisfaction with the results, and walked away before my mother started talking about how wonderful her best friends' son is in her eyes. Well, yes, I couldn't deny that Paul was wonderful. Not only was he an excellent businessman, but he o a great man whom you could count on in good times, bad times, and worse times. Not to mention how handsome and attractive he was. appeared in any scandals in three years. The last woman he was linked to was me.

No wonder there were so many rumors about him being involved with some woman. But his name had What a shame.

I asked the stylist for something simple, a very natural look, as I already had a lot going on with the dress and adding heavy makeup would make me look overloaded. "Sari." Abby called me as she approached, leaving my mother alone checking her cellphone. I was surprised that her face wasn't beaming with a smile from ear to ear or with a mischievous look, the one she had before saying something outrageous. No, this time her eyes seemed...sad?

"Are you okay, Abby?" I asked worriedly, looking at her through the mirror as they started combing my hair. She looked hesitant, caressing her arm as if she wasn't sure about telling me what was happening to her. "Just let it out, I'm your friend."

Abby let out a breath and looked at me, this time positioning herself in front of me. She glanced at the two women working on my hair and decided to speak.

"For a long time, years, many years, I have liked a man." She began, with her cheeks turning red and a sad look in her eyes. I didn't find anything wrong with her confession, in fact, I was surprised and glad that after years without knowing about any boyfriend, she told me this.

"That's great, why that sad puppy face? Who is it? Do I know him?" I asked, although I highly doubted I knew him because the few times I'd seen her accompanied by a man, they were always with their partners, making it clear that they were not available. Unless... "Don't tell me he's a married or engaged man."

"No! I would never be interested in a married or engaged man!" She responded, wide-eyed, and I could breathe a sigh of relief. I, more than anyone, was against something like that. Finding out that your spouse had a lover was the most painful thing, and I didn't wish it upon anyone. I also didn't want Abby to become a despicable woman.

"It's just that, he's more like an impossible or unattainable man, and I've always kept that in mind. So I try to keep my feelings as controlled as possible. But last night, God, last night I kissed him on impulse and everything inside me went wild. I felt butterflies in my stomach, my skin tingled all over, my heartbeats raced like never before, and I got so hot that..."

She suddenly fell silent, swallowing whatever she was about to say about that man, and covered her mouth with her hands. Her cheeks turned even redder as she looked at me as if she had messed up by saying too much. Hold on a moment.

She kissed him last night?

Last night we went out with Paul and Vincent...

I looked at her, surprised and with a smile on my face, as I discovered the identity of the man she spoke of with such passion, and with her eyes shining like never before.

"Don't tell me you like my..." Before the word "cousin" could come out of my mouth, she hissed as she looked behind me as if she didn't want anyone to hear what she was going to say.

"Why didn't you tell me before? You hide it very well, huh? Wait... You kissed him? What happened?"

I asked before letting out a conspiratorial laugh, and her face turned completely red like a tomato.

For the first time, I saw her so embarrassed and without saying something outrageous. A taste of her own medicine?

"It's not funny, it's sad. I wanted to die, disappear from the face of the earth. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life like last night. Do you know what he did? He pulled away from my lips as if he had disliked my kiss. I had to blame it on the alcohol, even though I wasn't even a little bit tipsy, and then I blamed it on the tango." She said, looking at me and I couldn't help but feel sad for her bad experience with the man she had liked for years.

Who would have guessed it was Vincent? Not even I, her best friend, knew that he had hidden it so well, even if it hurt her.

"I told him that the tango turned me on! And that's not the worst part, do you know what I did after his rejection? I asked him if he had a dog. A dog! What does a dog have to do with the kiss I just gave him? I know he doesn't have a dog! What the hell was I thinking? I'm no good at love."

My sad expression changed immediately, and I couldn't hold back the laughter that her last experience with Vincent caused. How could she ruin the moment with that question? Abby being Abby.

"And what did he reply?" I asked, laughing, trying not to move too much or I would make it harder for the stylists.

"He just looked at me like I was crazy, and right at that moment, Paul asked us to go to the second floor with him because you had gone with the bar owner. I didn't even realize when you left! Do you realize the gravity of the situation? I didn't fall, I jumped headfirst because of your stupid... Well, you know who, because of that green-eyed ape." She said, alternating her gaze behind me, making sure no one else heard her story. Any trace of fun was wiped off my face and I took her hand, giving her a smile.

"Aunt By, how did you think things were going to happen? You caught him by surprise, you haven't even hinted at how you feel about him. I think you should take a risk without throwing yourself at him. Even if you see him being colder than a refrigerator, inside he is a good person, talk to him like mature people do." I advised her as if I were an expert on the subject. I just said what I thought about the situation and although she didn't seem very keen on the idea, she ended up nodding her head.

"Even if I'm embarrassed to the point of losing face, you have to take risks to win. I will follow my brother's example, even if I have to wait for him for three more years, get married and divorced, it doesn't matter if he comes with a child, I will be happy to be his stepmother."

I slapped the back of her hand pretending to be offended by using my own life as an example, and she let out a fun laugh.

My friend was back.

"Don't remind me of my misfortunes." I said, looking at my reflection in the mirror as I indicated to the stylist where I wanted my hair to go.

"Speaking of misfortunes, I can't wait to see the face of the wretch when he sees you and realizes the beautiful woman he missed out on by being unfaithful. He has no idea what kind of woman he had within his reach and didn't appreciate. Are you excited to rub in his face what he traded for a cheap whore?"

I looked at Abby with a serious expression. If she was going to start with that topic, I preferred to see her sad and embarrassed.

"I have no intention of crossing paths with him, it's the last thing I want. He is part of my past, and I have turned the page, putting a period at the end. Out of sight, out of mind." I replied confidently. Alexander had become a stranger to me and would remain so until the end of time. He with his life and me with mine.

"I know very well what he has become to you and that he earned it, but there's something preventing the end, little Tristan. Well, as my grandmother used to say, there is nothing hidden between heaven and earth. What will you do if he finds out about Tristan's existence?" I stopped looking at my hairstyle to gaze at my friend who asked the question I feared the most.

What was I going to do?

The answer was easy.

"He won't know that Tristan is his son, it's not like he's going to suspect just by knowing of his existence." I replied simply, even though inside I felt bad for my son and for what I had to do to see him calm and happy as always.

"Oh, yes, very believable, as if Tristan weren't a young version of him. I just hope he doesn't dare try to do anything against my nephew if he finds out, otherwise he'll get to know me and I swear it will end very badly." Abby spoke through clenched teeth and I agreed with her for the first time.

The Lancasters might mess with me, but they would never mess with my son, not over my dead body.

"The fashion week will pass in a snap, and we will return to Paris without anyone knowing about Tristan, I assure you that." I said confidently in my words. Nothing would go wrong, and I wouldn't expose my son while being in New York.

"They won't know about Tristan, but they will know about Paul. In fact, I give you permission to use my brother to rub it in that awful family's face, let them see us unscathed and radiant after such a slander three years ago. Don't think I've forgotten."

My brow furrowed as I remembered that moment when they tried to ruin my reputation and it backfired on them. Every member of that family was the worst, and it would please me if someone taught them a lesson.

After silently contemplating for a few seconds, I looked at Abby with a smile on my face.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this week, putting a few misfits and rude people in their place." I said, recalling last night when Gina approached me to deliberately insult me and the phone call this morning from the Lancaster company apologizing. Who needed anyone else? I would be delighted to put that family in their place.