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At my engagement party, Alex Pollard's first love, Lacey Lane, crashed in, wearing the wedding dress I designed. Alex said coolly to me, "Get out yourself, or do you want me to have someone escort you?" I took off my ring, turned around, and left. Three months later, outside my studio, he was drenched from the rain all night. "Maeve, I'm sorry." I held my cup of coffee, not even sparing him a glance. The man beside me, tying my shoelaces, looked up. "He's blocking the light. Get him out of my sight." Alex was floored. "Mr. Sinclair?" Ethan Sinclair ignored him and looked up at me. "Maeve, how about fish and chips for lunch?"