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Chapter 164

Author: Ranya Vale
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A letter was waiting for me on the counter when I came in. The envelope was heavy cream stock, the kind that makes you slow down before you open it. My name was written in a deep blue ink, the handwriting careful and even. Claudia was at the back steaming a blouse when she heard me pick it up.

“That came by courier an hour ago,” she said, walking over. “The address is from the capital.”

I turned the envelope over. The return logo was small and embossed. It took me a moment to place it.

“It is the national fashion museum,” I said quietly.

Claudia’s eyebrows went up. “You should open it.”

I did. The paper inside matched the envelope, thick enough to hold its shape. The letter was formal but not cold. It began by explaining that the museum’s acquisitions committee had been following my work for years. They had chosen one of my early designs to add to their permanent collection. It was a dress from my first independent collection, the one with the layered silk panels that I had stitc
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