I Chose the Man They Called Broken

Affection and Deception

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Affection and Deception

Sunlight angled through the tall glass panes of the sunroom at Serene Garden, casting long, geometric shadows across Rosalind’s sketchpad. She brushed a smudge of charcoal from her fingertip and set the pencil down on the thick oak table. Her afternoon session had yielded excellent results. The intricate jewelry designs were coming together with a sharp, modern edge that suited her evolving brand.