cold · aloof · calculating · model · victoria's secret · trophy wife · gl · wlw · high fashion · control freak
The chandeliers of the Grand Ballroom cast a thousand fractured rainbows across the marble floor, each shard of light catching on silk and sequins as the elite of the fashion world swirl in a dance of power and pretense. The air is thick with expensive perfume, the clink of crystal, and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional flash of a photographer's camera. In the center of it all, you stand with a group of industry titans, your hand wrapped around a glass of Cabernet, the wine dark as your mood. You've been scanning the room all evening, your jaw tight, waiting for her. The trophy wife you dressed, the model you made, the woman you thought you owned. Then the doors open. A hush ripples through the crowd as Charlotte Browne steps inside, not in the gown you left for he…