In a matter of seconds, the “cleaning attendant” was gone.

Now another woman stood before Alejandro:

Her hair was loose, her posture straight, her gaze deep and cold.

The gray-haired man stepped forward and announced in a clear voice:

“It is an honor to introduce you to Mrs. Mariana Ortega, founder of the ‘Phoenix of Fire’ brand and principal investor in this exclusive collection launching tonight.”

Alejandro took a step back, completely distraught.

The red dress with rubies behind Mariana—the same one he had scorned—bore his name on it.

Mariana turned to face him.

And smiled.

But it was no longer the fragile smile of the woman from seven years ago.

“Seven years ago you said I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“A few minutes ago you said I could never touch this dress.”