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Drake instinctively shrugged off the woman’s hand from his arm. She stiffened at his reaction.
“Celine and I are friends too. Is it so strange that I’m at her birthday party?” Thalia’s smile didn’t reach
her eyes.
“No, I just thought you didn’t like these kinds of events, so I didn’t mention it,” Drake said.
Thalia laughed inwardly. Was that really the reason? Or did he deliberately keep quiet so he could bring
someone else?
Drake’s eyes swept the room coldly, as if demanding to know who had invited her.
Celine avoided his gaze, pretending she had nothing to do with it.
“Hi, you must be Thalia. I’m Sienna. Drake must have mentioned me?” The woman who arrived with Drake stepped forward.
So this was Sienna–Drake’s first love, his perfect memory.
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The pain in Thalia’s chest was sharp and immediate. Three years of love couldn’t be erased in an instant,
no matter how much she wished it could.
But her mask was perfect. “Ah, Sienna. I’ve heard so much about you,” Thalia replied with a practiced
smile.
Sienna studied her with a knowing look. “Has anyone ever told you we look alike?”
Drake’s expression darkened instantly.
Thalia caught his reaction with bitter amusement. She turned back to meet Sienna’s slightly challenging
gaze.
“Really?” Thalia blinked innocently. “I don’t see it. I’m prettier.”
The onlookers froze. This wasn’t the sweet, accommodating Thalia they knew. Where did this fire come from?
Sensing the tension, Celine quickly intervened. “Come on, everyone, let’s sit down.”
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Sienna forced a smile and handed Celine her gift. “Happy birthday, C.”
Celine’s eyes widened as she opened it the box was identical to Thalia’s gift.
Vh wow, I’ve wanted this necklace forever! Thank you, Siennal”
Thalia’s stomach dropped. The same necklace she’d chosen?
Celine opened Thalia’s gift next. “Oh my god, Thalia got me the same one!”
“Must be a replica.” someone muttered from the back. “That necklace costs over five grand. Even at a mid–tier firm, it’s a bit much for a junior associate.”
The room fell silent. Judging eyes turned to Thalia.
The irony wasn’t lost on her. Despite making a respectable $165,000 at her firm–a salary that would be enviable in most circles–in Drake’s world of private equity and old money, she might as well have been counting pennies. To them, she was just another junior lawyer at a commercial firm, not one of the elite M&A attorneys pulling in half a million at White & Case or Skadden,
Drake’s face darkened. “Thalia, if you needed money for a gift, you could have asked me. You didn’t have
to-”
Buy a fake. The unspoken accusation hung in the air.
“You think I bought a counterfeit too, Drake?” Thalia’s voice was ice.
His silence was answer enough,
“Come on, guys,” Celine attempted to smooth things over, “Thalia wouldn’t do that.” But even her eyes
held a hint of doubt.
Thalia’s heart sank. She’d spent over five thousand dollars on that necklace out of genuine gratitude for Celine’s past kindness.
Three years ago, when Thalia had fled to New York to escape her family’s marriage arrangements, she’d been cut off financially. Without using any family connections, she’d worked her way up from her first–year associate salary at a respected midsize firm. While it was a comfortable living by any reasonable standard, to Drake’s social circle of hedge fund managers and venture capitalists, it might as well have been minimum wage.
While most of Drake’s world had looked down on her, Celine had been different–or so Thalia had thought. She’d defended Thalia, included her in conversations. Apparently, that kindness had been
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skin–deep.
How ironic. The moment she’d agreed to the arranged marriage, her father had restored her access to the family accounts. Five thousand dollars was pocket change now.
“I’ll take the necklace back,” Drake said tersely, “I’ll get you something else, Celine. I apologize for this… misunderstanding,”
Celine hesitated, caught between preserving Drake’s pride and avoiding offense.
“Give it to him if you want,” Thalia said coldly, armis crossed.
As Celine reluctantly handed over the box, Sienna chimed in with false sympathy: “Drake, don’t be angry. She meant well,”
Drake remained silent, his face dark.
Someone suggested playing drinking games to break the tension. Sienna joined them with a bright smile.
Thalia retreated to a corner sofa, not interested in their games. Drake followed, sitting beside her.
She ignored him, focusing on her phone.
Finally, he spoke: “You could have gotten something cheaper instead of a fake.”
“If you’re so sure it’s fake, give it back.”
“You’re embarrassing me, you know that?”
Thalia took a deep breath and turned to face him.
“How exactly am I embarrassing you? The receipt is in the box. Should we call the store to verify it?”
Drake paused, then checked the receipt. His expression softened slightly. “Why didn’t you say something
earlier?”
“Wasn’t worth the effort,” Thalia muttered, returning to her phone.
Eventually, Drake offered a quiet apology.
Thalia pretended not to hear, but she noticed his attention constantly drifting to the group playing drinking games–or more specifically, to Sienna.
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When Sienna lost a round and was pressured to drink, Drake managed to restrain himself. But by her fourth drink, he suddenly stood and strode over, snatching the glass from her hand.
“Your stomach can’t handle this much alcohol. Are you trying to make yourself sick?”
The room fell silent at his obvious anger.
Sienna looked up at him defiantly. “Why do you care?”
“No more drinking,” he commanded, glaring at the group. “Anyone tries to make her drink more, they deal with me.”
The others quickly looked away.
From her corner, Thalia watched the scene with a bitter smile.
Sienna stood to grab her drink back. Drake held it out of reach.
She lost her balance trying to get it, falling against his chest.
Drake caught her instinctively, his arm wrapping around her waist. “Still so clumsy after all these years?”
Sienna looked up at him, cheeks flushed from alcohol, her voice playful. “You’re still so annoying, Drake.”
The group started teasing them.
Drake was about to respond when he caught Thalia’s ice–cold stare across the room.
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