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earn by commission from those orders.”
    He was checking her online portfolio on his phone now, and the variety of her work in it was even more impressive. “You make wedding invitations, too?”
    “Uh huh. Usually, it’s when the couple wants everything personalized and handmade. I typically partner with letterers or calligraphers because I’m not good with those.” She tapped his screen, swiping for the next photo. “This particular work’s one of my biggest breaks. It’s a collaboration with the House of Argenti.”
    Recognizing the name, Nik tried to search his memory for the last piece of news he had of the famous fashion brand. “The wedding involves…a princess from Europe, right?”
    She grinned.
    His gaze gleamed with approval. “That is quite a coup.”  
    Daria flushed in pleasure at the genuine admiration lining Nik’s voice. “T-thanks.” She paused then blurted out, “If you marry, maybe I could do your wedding invitation.”
    Nik stilled.
    Shit. Awkward. Shit. Oh my God, why had she said that anyway?
    She opened her mouth to take it all back, but Nik beat her to it, his voice low and husky as he spoke. “It depends on whom I’ll marry.” All he meant was that it was his bride who should make such a choice, but when he raised his gaze to Daria, he realized she had interpreted it in a different way.
    Fuck. He could see it in her eyes, could see it in the way her lips parted in surprise and her entire face softened. She thought he was indirectly telling her she could do the invitations if she agreed to be his bride.
    The moment he realized what she was thinking, it felt like someone was walking – no, stomping – all over his grave, and Nik’s jaw clenched.  
    The sensible part of him told Nik to be happy, but the stupid part of him told him to take it all back before it was too late.
    This should make him happy. This was his opportunity to have his revenge. Daria was obviously convinced she had him, and now would be the best time to pull out the rug under her feet and show her that it was the other way around and she was the one he had eating out of the palm of his hand.
    All of this should please him, so why the fuck did he feel like everything was just a second away from blowing up in his face?
    Nik took a deep breath. He was going to tell her she had it completely wrong , he decided grimly. And after that, he would tell her this was the last day they would be together and that he never wanted to see her again.  
    He would make a clean break of it, and that would be it for them.
    That was the plan.
    But it didn’t happen, and Nik wasn’t able to take anything back because it was already too late.
    From behind, Nik heard a familiar voice call out to him, “Nik, darling, I finally found you.”
    Miranda.

Chapter Six

    Daria had never thought herself to be the jealous type until that moment – until that second she heard another woman calling Nik by his name in a proprietary voice. It was a sound she’d probably never forget, and jealousy had already turned her blood cold even when she hadn’t yet turned around to see who it was.
    In front of her, Nik’s face was tense and guarded, his eyes inscrutable. It made Daria straighten her back, as if her body instinctively knew it was about to be hurt.
    She waited – she prayed and hoped, actually – for Nik to give her some sign – any sign – that the other woman saying his name like it was hers was no one, but there was none, and that was when her heart started to stutter.
    Up, down, up, down it went, but Daria knew this time the rollercoaster her heart was on could – would – come crashing down at any moment.
    The scent of perfume reached her first. Something bold, womanly, and expensive – something Daria would never have been able to wear without feeling like a fraud.
    Down, down, down, down—
    The woman entered her line of sight. She stopped next to Nik, elegantly poised, speaking to him in fluent Greek with a teasing grin.