Chapitre 175: Élysée Luxe New Owner    

[EVE]

Cole leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as if preparing for a full-blown lecture. "The layout is all wrong. The colors clash, the font choices are amateurish, and don't even get me started on the photography. It's a disaster."

I flipped through the pages, squinting. "It looks fine to me. It's a magazine, not the Sistine Chapel."

"It's not fine," he snapped, exasperated. "There's only one picture of you in the whole thing, and that maid practically dominates every other page. It's nauseating."

I glanced back at the magazine and noticed for the first time that most of the pages were indeed filled with Sophie's pictures. But honestly? I wasn't all that interested in the magazine to begin with.

"Cole, I've been buried in paperwork all day. Forgive me if I don't have the mental bandwidth to critique fonts, and pictures right now," I said, rubbing my temples.