The spring launch for Dreammaker Studios was closing in, and Dawn felt the pressure pressing down on her chest like she had no time left to breathe.
Ethan's brows pulled tight. His voice dropped, heavy with reproach. "So that's it. You're not even giving me a honeymoon?"
The way he spoke made him sound abandoned, like he was the one being neglected. Dawn couldn't stop the laugh that slipped out. "Of course I'll give you one. I'll check later and figure out where we should go."
His thumb slid across her cheek with slow warmth. "That's my girl."
A harsh cough broke through the air.
Both of them turned at once.
Cindy sat on the couch, hand pressed against her mouth as if she could make herself disappear by hiding behind her fingers.
Dawn let out a laugh caught between amusement and exasperation, then pressed lightly on Ethan's chest to push him back.
"Go on," she said. "Get to work."
He smiled lazily. "Then make sure you start looking."
"Fine."
He bent low and pressed a kiss against her forehead, breathing out a heavy sigh. "I really don't want to go."
"Please. Just finish up your work and it'll be over."
She walked him to the door, lingered for a moment as he stepped out, then turned back inside. Cindy shook her head with open disbelief. "Wow, Dawn. I never thought you'd turn into such a show-off in front of a man."
Dawn's lips curved into a grin. "Well, you don't have anyone to show off for. Does that sting?"
Cindy's face hardened. The girl was not one to shy away from rough play.
Her hand shot out, grabbed a throw pillow, and she flung it across the room with force. Dawn caught it with no effort, then dropped it back on the couch as if it weighed nothing.
Her voice turned cool. "Alright, let's cut it. What exactly did your dad send you here for?"
Cindy blinked like she hadn't expected her to hit so close. "How do you know that?"
"Because I know you wouldn't show up on your own."
Even if she wanted to, she would never admit it.
And the fact that Lucas himself dropped her at the front door screamed of intent.
Cindy slumped back into the couch with a sigh. "So you're not completely clueless after all. Guess you do know a little."
The truth was, Cindy hated every moment of being dragged into her parents' schemes and their work.
But Dawn was another story.
She was infuriating. Infuriatingly foolish.
Cindy couldn't understand why Dawn would choose to recognize an uncle she hadn't seen in over a decade.
And the worst part was, Dawn actually listened to him.
It felt like she did it just to throw shade at Cindy.
To Cindy, Dawn was fake from head to toe. She dressed herself up as sweet and obedient, but underneath she had to be the most sly, dishonest, two-faced girl alive.
Her jaw locked tight, and she leaned forward with a sneer. "Go ahead and guess the royal decree your uncle shoved at me to hand over to you."
"Royal decree?" Dawn raised a brow, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. "Then that would make you his servant, wouldn't it?"
"You—!"

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