The Opening Day

The day had finally come.

For weeks, whispers had spread across the city about the massive glass building rising in the heart of the business district. People drove past it in awe, their eyes drawn to the bold letters across the front: M&D Designs Studio.

No one knew exactly who the owner was. Rumors circled endlessly that it belonged to a secret investor, a fashion tycoon from abroad, or perhaps a hidden branch of the Denovan empire.

On this morning, as ribbons were tied neatly, staff hurried into place, and media vans lined the street, curiosity had reached its peak. Everyone wanted to know: who owned this building?

Maya sat quietly in her room, staring at the pale dress she had chosen. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed it down. This was her day. A day she had once only dared to dream about when she was sketching designs late at night in her small apartment, believing no one cared, no one noticed. Now, everything was different.

A soft knock came at her door. Her mother’s v