That provoked shocked laughter from the women there – journalists and style editors.
‘Let them try. The suit will be baseless. I’m not working for Dina Kane. I own Dina Kane.’ She flashed another strong, brilliant smile. ‘By all means, let Torch try to compete.’
‘But Ludo Morgan has so much power in retail! Torch have all the financial muscle!’
Dina lifted her head and looked around. Gaines stiffened; she had seen him, standing back there, gazing out at her. She winked at him, and his heart turned over with pleasure and love. To be at the start of this journey with her . . . And their journey – their journey together . . .
‘They do have a lot of muscle.’ Dina gestured towards the bright doors of Dina Kane, the electronic makeovers dancing, a little crowd outside as fresh boxes of stock were being carted hurriedly down the stairs. ‘But I’ve never worried too much about brawn. I’m going to put my faith in beauty.’
And she raised one manicured hand to the press pack, and walked across Times Square, towards her first store, and her new life.
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