The next morning started with headlines.
TALIA JAMES: FROM SINGLE MOM TO STYLE MAVEN?
WOLFE'S WOMAN STEALS THE SHOW, AGAIN!
A STYLISH TAKEOVER: MEET THE DESIGNER WHO HAS ETHAN WOLFE'S HEART.
Talia blinked at her phone screen in disbelief, half-awake and still wrapped in her robe. She wasn't even holding her coffee yet, and the internet was already having a field day.
Mia would've screamed.
The twins were babbling in the playpen, Zane chewing on the tail of a plush giraffe while Luna clapped along to a cartoon jingle. Somewhere down the hall, Ethan was on a call, pacing.
And the whole world suddenly knew her name.
She sunk into the velvet couch and whispered to herself, "Okay. Breathe. You're not dying."
Just then, Ethan stepped into the room, phone in hand, raising a brow.
"You've seen it?" he asked, gesturing to her phone.
"Oh, you mean every headline in existence? No big deal. Just the whole planet talking about me while I'm wearing a robe with donut stains."
