"Yes, I plan on branching out into the fashion industry as well."
"Then are you going to leave any business for the Morrison family?" Skylar Morrison teased.
Alaric Davenport shot Skylar Morrison a look. "I'm not stopping you."
"Tch. Can't you just admit you're doing this for your wife?"
"I can't."
Rosalind Lowell took Alaric Davenport's arm, and his expression softened considerably. "Oh, I get it," she said. "I'll be the one to say it next time."
"Okay."
Skylar Morrison felt like he'd been slapped in the face by another one of their public displays of affection. He hurried a few steps ahead.
Rosalind Lowell watched his profile, a radiant smile on her face.
"You're getting quite bold," Alaric Davenport said.
"How so?"
Alaric Davenport didn't answer, walking into the showroom with her.
Rosalind Lowell saw her seat wasn't with Alaric Davenport's, so they had to part ways for the time being.
As she searched for her seat, she found herself right next to Chloe.
"Ms. Chloe."
