These ten design sketches—from the brushwork to the handwriting—were unmistakably the work of the renowned designer Rowan.
Riley's face turned visibly sour.
Selina didn't bother with what they were thinking. She smiled slowly.
"Sorry, Miss Nelson. It's not that I don't appreciate your offer—it's just that I have a better option."
"After all, with Rowan on board, who would even spare Mr. Bryant a glance?"
Mateo's face flushed bright red, on the brink of exploding, yet forced to hold it in.
He wanted to argue, but the worst part was—Selina was right.
Riley clenched her fists.
She wanted to deny it, but looking closely at the sketches, she knew—these were Rowan's.
But why? Someone as untouchable as Rowan—he'd even turned down a commission from a Country Y princess.
And yet he designed ten custom wedding ring drafts… for Selina?
"Selina, I didn't think you…"
