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grueling day of giving talks and workshops about everything
from lighting and camera settings to achieving the perfect shot
and telling a story with every photo, she was exhausted.
Interviews were part of the process. They’d never bothered
Pierre. She’d always hated them. She didn’t know why she’d
agreed. To be amicable, she supposed. To do what Pierre
would have done. Because a part of her still wanted to make
him proud, even now that he’d been gone for over two years.
Even though that gossip hound of a journalist had been
sniffing at the truth.
Pierre had been the most generous, charming, lovable man
on the planet. There wasn’t a person in existence who hadn’t
fallen under his spell at some point. He was friendly and good
to a fault. His heart had been a great thing of beauty, greater
than the masterful artistry of his photography, which he’d
made his life’s work. Everyone in the world loved Pierre
Arnaud. She’d tried. She’d tried to love him more. Deeper.
The way only she could have as his wife. And she’d failed.
He’d captivated her, enchanted her, but Amanda was right.
He was a ticket out of her life. Out of poverty. He was a land
of grand adventures and captured images, a once in a lifetime
experience. He loved her with his entire heart. She’d only ever
been able to give him a fraction in return. He was a way for
her to lie to herself about who she really was and what she
really wanted.
Is it true that you prefer the company of women?
Amanda’s question rang through Adalynn’s head.
God, she’d tried so hard. She had loved Pierre. She had. For
a long time, he was her life. Her business partner. Her
protector, savior, and confidant. He taught her how to master
