The Weight Of Leaving by Riven Kade novel Chapter 61

The Lume Ateliers Design Week cocktail hour hummed with energy. Nova was discussing fabric sourcing with Gucci’s

creative director when Scarlett tapped her shoulder. “Someone you should meet.”

She turned. A man stood beneath a crystal chandelier in deep navy Tom Ford. Light carved his sharp jawline; behind

gold–rimmed glasses, warm eyes held an intelligent spark.

“This is my brother, Lorenzo Gabriel Rossi,” Scarlett announced with a wink. “Freshly repatriated from Veridian.

Specializes in international women’s rights litigation.”

‘An honor, Ms. Sterling.” Lorenzo extended his hand. His palm was warm, dry. “I studied your ‘Phoenix‘ collection. The

fractured–reborn patterns…” His gaze deepened. “Profound.”

Nova stilled.

Most praised her ethereal ‘Stardust‘ line. Few understood ‘Phoenix‘—its hidden narrative of marriage’s destruction and

rebirth.

“You analyze design symbolism, Mr. Rossi?”

“I only bask in beautiful things.” He offered his card. As she accepted it, his thumb grazed the faint scar on her inner

wrist–a relic from the Blackthorn family’s discipline whip.

Nova instinctively pulled back.

His voice softened, “The scar’s flow… it mirrors the kintsugi technique in your work.”

The gala’s noise faded.

Three years. People had either pitied or probed the scar. He saw it as art.

Three months later, Nova stood before press cameras at the Song Foundation launch. Lorenzo, as legal counsel, stood

protectively beside her. When a reporter snarled a barbed question-

“Ms. Sterling,” the reporter thrust a microphone forward, ‘is your foundation just revenge against your ex–husband?”

Cameras zoomed in as he pressed, “And did you orchestrate Blackthorn Group’s collapse?”

“Charity Law Article 17, his voice was calm steel, ‘mandates rigorous state oversight for foundations.‘ He fixed the

reporter with a cool stare. ‘Are you implying judicial corruption?”

The man withered into silence.

Afterward, Nova found a steaming cup of honeyed grapefruit tea in the greenroom. A note lay beneath

[You were brilliant. Ignore the noise. I’m here. – LI

She cradled the cup, remembering her assistant’s remark–Mr. Rossi canceled a high–stakes arbitration to attend.

Steam spiraled from her teacup as she finally studied him–the man whose gentle eyes held a quiet affirmation

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whenever he looked at her.

Late autumn. Nova worked alone in her studio when the lights abruptly cut out.

“Easy. “His voice cut through the darkness.Lorenzo’s phone bloomed with pale light, washing Nova’s face in a lunar glow.

The sudden glow revealed him standing nearby, concern etching his features.

“Why are you here?”

“Scarlett mentioned your late nights.” He lifted a thermal container. “My housekeeper’s remedy. Gentle on your stomach.”

Nova’s throat tightened.

How many nights had she waited with similar warmth… for a ghost?

“Lorenzo.” His name felt deliberate on her tongue. “Why… all this?”

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