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GABRIEELA

Author: Zeebah
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Chapter 8

Paris.

It wasn’t grand.

Not when I arrived jet-lagged, broken, and barely holding myself together with a frayed scarf and the cash Audrey had pressed into my hands. The city of lights didn’t dazzle me then. It just felt cold, unfamiliar.

And painfully expensive.

I slept on a friend-of-a-friend’s couch in a tiny Montmartre apartment for the first few weeks. No heating. Mold on the ceiling. But it was freedom.

By day, I scrubbed tables in a crowded café tucked between a bookstore and a creperie. By night, I attended a small, underfunded fashion school in the 18th arrondissement—La Maison de Couture Artisanale. It wasn’t glamorous, but it gave me purpose.

“You’ve got something,” Madame Duclair, my pattern instructor, said once, inspecting a draped muslin I’d worked on all week. “You stitch pain into beauty. Don’t lose that.”

I didn’t know what she meant until months later.

Two years passed in a blur of threading needles, spilled coffee, and prenatal vitamins.

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    Chapter 9The scent of espresso mingled with fabric glue and silk in the air of my Parisian studio, my sanctuary. Sunlight spilled through the wide windows, casting shadows over bolts of velvet and sketches pinned to corkboards. I stood behind the main worktable, carefully stitching the final crystal embellishments onto a custom evening gown for Crown Princess Alina of Lichtenberg. A statement piece. Timeless. Ruthless. Just like the woman wearing it.And just like the woman creating it.My phone buzzed beside the sewing machine. I wiped my hands on a cloth before picking it up.Audrey:Your father’s company just received a massive anonymous loan. New investor, supposedly. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that… would you? A slow smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I set the phone down. My reflection in the glass showed the same calm mask I wore every day, but beneath it, a fire burned.They had no idea the investor they were bragging about was me.Or at least, the name

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