Mariana nodded, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She turned to the woman, a renowned designer from Italy, and exchanged a few words in fluent Italian. Alejandro, who had always prided himself on being multilingual, could only catch bits of their conversation, but the admiration in the designer’s voice was unmistakable.
“Grazie mille, Signora Mariana. The dress is one of a kind, just like you wanted,” the designer concluded, her eyes sparkling with professional pride.
Alejandro’s mind was a whirl of confusion and disbelief. How could this be? His ex-wife, who had been so “simple” and “unambitious,” was now the owner of such a magnificent creation? The woman he’d dismissed with disdain, now mingling with high society, transcending even the status he’d worked tirelessly to attain.
