Page 93 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

I’d thought about that a lot. “Kaleb has never really mentioned having me move in. We haven’t known each other that long. We’re still…dating.”

Kim shot me an exasperated look. “You love him, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. I’ll admit that it happened fast, but you’ve been waiting your whole adult life for a man like him. I think you know how you feel. If you showed up at his place with all of your stuff, he’d probably be ecstatic. You’re miserable here without him. Make people come to you for a change if it involves business. They’ve certainly made enough money from you over the years to afford the trips to Montana.”

“I’m not even close to being able to move right now, even if Kaleb did want me to live with him,” I protested. “My parents’ house…”

I hadn’t been able to enter that house since my parents died, but I’d have to go there at some point.

“It can be cleaned and sold once you know who killed them,” Kim insisted. “Someone can send you all of their personal stuff. I’ll do it myself. There’s no reason you have to see that murder scene. You’ve been through enough. All I’m saying is to look at your options for the future.”

It was probably way too early to think about moving to Montana. Kaleb and I hadn’t even had time to see if the long-distance thing would work.

What if things didn’t work out between the two of us?

What if he wasn’t in love with me and the entire relationship just fizzled out over time?

Yeah, I already knew that wasn’t going to happen on my end. I was in love with Kaleb. But I had no idea how he’d feel next month or next year.

“Now tell me what we’re doing with this hair,” Kim said as she finished my eyebrows and started to fluff my hair. “Back to Annelise?”

It was odd how I now thought of Anna and Annelise as two separate people, especially after spending time being myself in Montana.

Annelise was nothing more than a made-up person that I’d learned to portray well over the years.

She was a brand I’d worked hard to cultivate, but other than the music, we had very little in common. I hadn’t really thought about that until I’d spent time in Montana just being me.

While there were some artists who could be their authentic self and still be famous, that wasn’t what had happened to me.

Somehow, I’d lost some of myself to be Annelise.

My Annelise image wasn’t all Anna.

Maybe it was beyond time for me to blend the two together into one person.

“I think I’d really prefer to just keep being me,” I told Kim as I looked into the mirror. “I like my natural color and the shorter style. If people stop listening to my music because of the way I look or who I am as a person, I guess they really weren’t ever a fan of my music.”

“Good choice,” she said approvingly. “You actually look even more gorgeous this way, and the cut is in trend. Should we do some subtle highlights just to make the color pop? It would look fantastic with your eyes and that gorgeous dress you’re wearing Saturday.”

I smiled at her. “I don’t want to be the old Annelise, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to look good for the awards show.”

“No one will be able to take their eyes off you,” Kim said as she smiled back at me mischievously. “I am your stylist extraordinaire.”

“I’ll have some stunning jewelry to wear Saturday,” I told Kim. “Kaleb sent a platinum and diamond necklace and earrings yesterday by special delivery. They’re beautiful and so unique. I like them better than the jewelry that was offered on loan from the jewelers to go with the dress. I don’t think he meant for me to wear them to this particular event, but I’m wearing them.”

Kim lifted an eyebrow. “What? No photos?”

She stopped messing with my hair for a moment while I reached for my phone.

“I took one to send to Kaleb so he could make sure I got the right items,” I said as I brought up the photo.

Kim grabbed my phone, and her eyes widened as she looked at the jewelry. “Oh, dear God,” she exclaimed. “It’s beautiful, but I don’t think I want to even guess how much they cost. There has to be a gazillion carats of diamonds in that jewelry. Your man has incredible taste. And they’re definitely your style.”

“I know,” I answered as I took the phone back and put it away. “I could hardly refuse a personal gift like that, but he must have spent a fortune on that jewelry.”

I wore a lot of expensive jewelry for big events, but that jewelry was just a loan from designers who wanted the cache or promotion of me wearing their designs.

I’d never spent that kind of money on jewelry I owned, and I’d never received a gift like that.

“He’s a billionaire, Anna,” Kim reminded me as she went back to work on my hair. “And you’re a high-profile woman who does a lot of events. He has the money. Let him spoil you rotten. You deserve it.”

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