Chapter 45

KIMBERLY'S POV A muffled murmur of voices, cameras clicking away-that was what wrapped me the very moment I stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the event. The crowd was thick, buzzing with elite fashion enthusiasts, curious reporters, and investors alike. My lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk as pieces of conversations came together. "Golden K is absolutely brilliant. Who would have thought a new fashion house could steal the spot from the Harringtons?" "I have never seen such designs, bold, innovative." "It's the Harringtons who need to take note." Mumbled tones fed the bubbly satisfaction in me. Finally, it was happening-what I had been hoping for was on the stage where Golden K was sure to leave the name of Harrington eating its dust. My stomach was knotted inside, though. Or was the good time real, to which I clung in a numbing intensity which would smother the bitter taste? However I struggled to float above them, somehow, the Harringtons always crept in-my thoughts ti