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Seventy two

作者: Ranya Vale
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-04 03:17:26

It started with a message Julian read before I did.

We had both been sitting in silence, late afternoon light stretching across the table. I had been sorting through sketches, nothing formal, just small designs I had no real use for, just to keep my hands moving. Julian had his laptop open, scanning through news updates and internal communications, things he had arranged to be quietly forwarded to us once the trial began. Neither of us spoke much that day. The hearing had ended, but the noise around it hadn’t. I could feel it building outside the walls of the apartment like water against glass.

He let out the smallest breath when the message came in.

Not a sigh. Just a shift in air.

I looked up.

He turned the screen toward me without saying anything.

It was a forwarded email, clipped at the top, from one of the assistants I used to see in the hallway every week when I still had clearance to walk through the building freely. The subject line was Preliminary Strategic Review – Confident
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    The next morning, I found Simone already at her worktable when I arrived at the boutique. She was bent over a length of soft grey wool, her glasses slipping down her nose, her hair pulled into a knot that looked like it had been made in a hurry.“You’re early,” I said, setting my bag down.She didn’t look up. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I might as well come in.”I hesitated for a moment before pulling up the stool next to her. “I got an invitation yesterday. Paris.”That made her glance up. “Paris Paris?”“Cultural sustainability summit. They want me to speak.”Her eyebrows rose in what might have been excitement, but she didn’t smile. “That’s big.”“I know.”“You don’t look thrilled,” she said, setting down her scissors.“It’s not that I’m ungrateful. I just… remember what it’s like when everything I do is watched. Judged. Twisted.”She studied me for a moment, then reached for a spool of thread. “You know, the first time I heard about you was during that whole mess years ago. The gossi

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 125

    The email arrived just after sunrise. I had been standing by the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee cooling between my hands, half-watching the steam rise, half-listening to the quiet hum of the fridge. The subject line read simply: Invitation: Cultural Sustainability Summit – Paris.For a moment, I thought it was one of those industry newsletters I never signed up for but somehow kept receiving. The kind you delete without opening. But the sender’s name was familiar—one of the summit coordinators I had met briefly in Milan years ago, back when I was still watching the industry from the sidelines, pretending I didn’t miss being part of it.I opened the email slowly, my finger hesitating over the screen.They wanted me to speak. Not just attend, but take the stage. A forty-minute slot with the theme “Heritage and Responsibility in Contemporary Design.” They even mentioned covering all travel costs and accommodations.It should have been an easy yes. It was Paris. It was the kind of r

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 124

    After Julian left for home that night, I stayed in the workshop. I told myself I was just tidying up before locking the door, but my hands kept drifting toward the things Simone had touched. I found myself stopping at her worktable, my eyes drawn to the thimble she always kept in the top right corner, just where her hand would naturally reach for it. It still sat there, as though she had only stepped away for a moment and would be back before the kettle had time to boil. Beside it was the tiny scrap basket where she tossed threads that were too short to save for real use but too pretty to throw away without at least one more look. Some of the threads were still curled at the ends, catching the light when I tilted the basket.I picked up one of her fabric rulers. It was an old wooden one, the kind with worn edges and faint markings that had been dark once but had faded from years of handling. My fingers traced the indentations almost without thinking. The ruler reminded me of the first

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 123

    The week had started in that easy way where nothing felt urgent. Orders were moving out on schedule, the workshop had no last-minute scrambles, and even the small repairs on the storefront were ahead of time. It was the kind of rhythm that makes you feel like you finally found a pace you can hold without losing your breath.Tuesday was no different. The morning light poured through the front windows, landing across the polished counter and creeping toward the sewing stations in the back. Claudia was humming softly while sorting buttons into the glass jars we kept lined up on the shelf. Simone was at her usual place by the far wall, bent over her machine, hair tied loosely back. She moved with that calm precision she always had, never rushed, never careless.I was behind the counter replying to a supplier’s email when I noticed Simone pause. She sat still for a few seconds, her hands resting on the edge of the table. Then she stood, looking toward me and then away again, as though she

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    I did not want to spend the whole day bent over a phone, reading through speculation and online chatter, but it was hard to ignore the steady stream of reposts that Claudia was now showing me. Influencers were sharing photos of the Milan shop with captions praising their “accessible ethics” and “fresh approach” to sustainable fashion. Some even tagged our boutique alongside theirs, asking followers which they preferred.That kind of comparison rarely ends well. The comments were already leaning toward the new shop, most of them not knowing enough about the reality behind the branding to see the difference.I turned the screen off and set it on the counter.“We have work to do,” I said.Simone gave a short nod. “I will get back to the orders.”Claudia hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You are not going to respond?”“Not yet,” I said. “Sometimes silence is not weakness. Sometimes it is preparation.”That seemed to settle her for the moment. She slipped the phone back into her apr

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    The news did not come in the form of a headline or a glossy fashion write-up. It arrived in the small hours of the morning, when the boutique was still quiet and the light outside was grey with that hesitant winter sun. Claudia had been in early, checking fabrics and unpacking new stock from the back, when she paused at the counter with her phone in her hand. She was not scrolling for entertainment. Her brows were drawn, the way they get when she is reading something that does not sit well with her.I was in the workshop, going over an order that had come in overnight. A client from Paris wanted three custom silk jackets, each stitched with a pattern we had debuted only two months ago. It was not the kind of piece that could be rushed. The cuts had to be precise, the lines in the embroidery clean and deliberate. I was bent over the table, checking the measurements again, when Claudia called for me.“You should see this,” she said.Her voice had none of the casual lilt she uses when it

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