The color drains from Bella’s face. “But… My family has donated to this institution for generations.”
“And we appreciate that support,” the committee head saya diplomatically. “However, the residency is awarded based on artistic merit and vision, not family connections. I’m sorry, but you are disqualified.”
Bella’s eyes flash with anger, and for a moment, I’m afraid she might shift right there in the middle of the presentation room. But instead, she gathers her untouched portfolio and storms out, shooting me one last venomous glare as she passes.
The presentations continue, but I’m still processing what just happened. The snooty, self–absorbed artist has been disqualified. It’s almost too good to be true.
After everyone has presented, the committee calls us back one by one for feedback. When it’s my turn, I’m stunned by their response.
“Flora, we were very impressed with your presentation and portfolio,” the committee head tells me. “Your work shows a unique perspective and technical skill that stands out among the applicants. We’d like to invite you to the
$ final round of testing for the residency.”
My heart skips a beat. “Thank you so much.”
“For the final round, we’d like you to prepare a body of work for an upcoming exhibition. The theme is ‘Soul Ties. ‘We’ll send you the full details as soon as possible.”
As I gather my things, Hunter approaches with Miles‘ hand in his. “Congratulations,” he says warmly. “I knew they’d recognize your talent.”
“Thank you for your help,” I tell him sincerely. “I appreciate it more than you know.”
Hunter smiles. “It wasn’t just me. Your work speaks for itself.” He ruffles Miles‘ hair. “And this little guy was the perfect audience member. Didn’t make a sound the whole time.”
Miles beams up at him, and I feel that strange pang again. Guilt. Why do I feel guilty?
“We should get going,” I say, taking Miles‘ hand. “It’s been a long day, and I promised you ice cream.”
“I’ll see you soon, Flora,” Hunter says with a nod. Something warm and tender flickers in his eyes, and my traitorous heart stops momentarily in my chest.
Arthur
The contract lies on the desk between us, a stack of papers that represents five years of my life. Five years of pretending, of keeping up appearances, of trying to convince the world—and myself—that I could live with Selina as my “wife“.
Across from me, Selina sits ramrod straight. Beside her, Caleb glowers at me.
“I’ll need you both to sign here,” my lawyer says, pointing to the lines at the bottom of the final page. “This officially terminates your engagement contract, effective immediately.”
I pick up the pen without hesitation, signing my name. When I look up, Selina hasn’t moved.
“I’m not signing.”
My lawyer clears his throat. “I should remind you that the contract includes a clear termination clause. In the
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event that either party develops romantic feelings, the contract is automatically considered null and void. Your signature is a formality.”
She ignores my lawyer and looks at me. “Arthur, please. Don’t do this.”
I lean back in my chair, exhausted. “The decision is made, Selina. I’m not going to change my mind.”
“Because of her,” she spits out. “That human.”
My wolf bristles, but I don’t respond. I just push the papers a little closer to Selina, my eyes hard.
Caleb sighs, opening his briefcase and pulling out a folder. He slides it across the desk to me. “Open it.”
I do, and inside are photographs–of Iris at various events where I was also present, Iris walking with Miles, even one of Iris entering my apartment building. There’s also a document that appears to be Miles‘ birth certificate.
“What is this?” I ask, although I know exactly what it is. Blackmail.
“Insurance,” Caleb says simply. “If you go through with this termination, we’ll release these to the press. Everyone will know exactly what your human mistress and your half–breed son look like, their names, and where they live. They won’t be able to leave the house without being recognized and ridiculed.”
My blood boils. “So you’re intending to dox an innocent child.”
“We’re just trying to make you see reason,” Selina says. “Call off the termination. We can go back to the way things were.”
“The way things were?” I repeat, incredulous. “You want me to keep pretending, even now that you’ve admitted you have feelings for me? Feelings I’ll never return?”
She flinches as if I’ve slapped her. “I thought… with time…
“No,” I say firmly. “It’s over, Selina.”
Selina stares at me for a long moment, then something shifts in her expression. “One last event,” she says suddenly. “Attend one last public event with me–the Abbott exhibition next week. It’s been scheduled for months. Everyone’s expecting us to be there. After that, I’ll sign the termination.”
“And if I refuse?”
She gestures to the folder. “Then these go to every news outlet in the city by tonight.”
I clench my jaw, weighing my options. I don’t relish the idea of one more night with Selina. But if those photos get
out…
“Fine.” I stand up, buttoning my suit jacket. “But let’s be clear. This changes nothing. As soon as that event is over, this contract ends for good.”
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Iris
I blink at my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the article that’s just popped up in my notifications. The headline makes my stomach drop: “Famous Artist Hunter Maverick’s Secret Family Revealed?”
I consider this for a moment. “No, I think a simple denial is best. The more we protest, the more attention it will draw.”
But when I try his number, it goes straight to voicemail. I try again with the same result. With a sigh, I put my phone away and get back to work.
He never calls me back.
The next few days pass in a blur. I throw myself into my work, trying to forget about the rumors swirling around me. Hunter’s publicist issues a statement denying our romantic involvement, but it doesn’t seem to make much difference. If anything, it just fans the flames.
What’s more concerning is Arthur’s absence. I’ve barely seen him since the night he told me he ended things with Selína. My texts go unanswered for hours, sometimes days, and when he does respond, it’s with brief, noncommittal messages. Has he changed his mind about us? Is he upset about the rumors?
I can’t figure it out, and not knowing is driving me crazy.
The only bright spot is my growing friendship with Hunter and Alice. They’ve both been incredibly supportive, helping me navigate the sudden attention from the press and offering advice on my exhibition pieces.
One day, Alice invites me to the park. It’s a beautiful, sunny day, so I get Miles ready in his little disguise and take him out. We meet Alice at a park downtown that has a playground, and I’m surprised to see Hunter there when I approach.
“Iris,” Alice says, touching my arm, “I ran into Hunter on my way here. I hope you don’t mind…”
I glance over at Hunter, all three of us knowing fully well just how problematic this could be. But the park is empty, and we’re all wearing hats and sunglasses to combat the sun, so I’m not too concerned. With a smile, I send Miles off to play and sit at the stone picnic table with Alice and Hunter.
We spend the next hour at the playground, Miles moving from the swings to the slide to the jungle gym, his energy seemingly limitless. I notice a few people walking past, but they don’t seem to recognize us. Alice, Hunter and I chat endlessly about art, with the two of them giving me suggestions as to how to ensure my work pleases the panel at Abbott for the residency.
As the afternoon wears on, Miles finally starts to show signs of fatigue, his steps slowing as he climbs the ladder to the slide one last time.
“I think someone’s ready for a nap,” I say to Hunter and Alice as Miles slides down with considerably less enthusiasm than before.
Alice checks her watch. “Yeah, I should be heading back anyway. I’ve got a video call with a gallery in Bo’Arrocan in an hour.”
We’re just about to leave the park when a group of three young women approach us. “Shit,” Hunter says, covering his face. But it’s too late. They’ve already recognized us.
“Oh my god, you’re Hunter Maverick!” one of them squeals “I’m such a huge fan of your work.”
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Hunter smiles politely. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
I think we might get off scot–free, but then another woman looks between Hunter and me. “And you’re Flora, right? We saw the articles about you two. You make such a cute couple!”
I open my mouth to correct her, but before I can speak, the third woman pulls out her phone.
“Can we get a picture with you guys? And maybe…” she glances at Hunter with a mischievous smile, “…maybe you could kiss for the photo? That would be so cute!”
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