Chapter 15

The surge of bodies crossing the Avenue Winston Churchill looked less like a fashion crowd and more like a beautifully dressed riot. Through the sheer curtains of the backstage window, Vivian Hayes watched as the elite of the global fashion industry abandoned the Grand Palais in droves,

Chapter 16

The rain lashed aggressively against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Oliver Grant’s midtown conference room, casting long, weeping shadows across the polished mahogany table. It was a fitting atmosphere for a funeral, which, in legal terms, was exactly what was taking place.

Vivian Haye