Sarah stood paralyzed in front of the gigantic mahogany closet, feeling a crushing sense of inadequacy. The space was less a wardrobe and more a gallery of excess, filled with garments that seemed to pulsate with their own energy. Sebastian had sent her a brief, cryptic message an hour ago: "Prepare yourself. Shincity is hosting a gala tonight. They are celebrating the acquisition of the Blue Waters Island resort. We are attending."
Shincity project. Sarah knew that project better than anyone. She was the one who had mapped the environmental impact studies and navigated the murky legal waters of the disputed territory while Martin was busy picking out the expensive wines for his collections and attending parties in VVIP clubs. It was meant to be the crown jewel of their life together; Sarah sighed and continued looking through the closet.
