The entire mall went silent.
Rafael’s blood drained from his face.
“What…?” he whispered.
Lucía turned to the woman with a small nod.
“Thank you, Elena.”
The woman gestured toward the boutique doors. They opened immediately.
Inside, employees stood in perfect formation.
Elena continued, her voice calm but unmistakably formal.
“The Flame of the Phoenix gown has been reserved under your name. The alterations were completed this afternoon. And the board members are waiting upstairs.”
Rafael staggered back a step.
“Board?” he croaked.
Lucía finally turned to him.
And smiled.
For illustrative purposes only
Seven years ago, after the divorce, Lucía hadn’t broken.
She had rebuilt.
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