Henry glanced at her, his expression softening at the question. "Ah," he said after a pause, his gaze drifting back toward the lake. "Dan."
Rachel waited quietly, sensing that whatever he was about to say wasn't something he shared often.
"He was my younger brother," Henry began softly, his voice low, touched with something like memory and regret. "Brilliant, reckless… always had a spark I admired, and envied, if I'm honest." A small, wistful smile tugged at his mouth. "We built Camden Atelier together. Two boys with borrowed money and bigger dreams than sense."
Rachel's brows lifted slightly. So that was how he'd started the fashion house Chloe used to work with.
"We were nobodies then," Henry continued. "Just two dreamers stitching ambition into fabric. And for a while, it worked. We caught people's attention. Our designs had soul." He paused, eyes shadowed. "Until Dan decided that what we were doing wasn't enough."
