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Chapter 168: The Creative Tension

Penulis: Evve
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-04 08:41:12

The design studio at 2 AM was a pressure cooker.

The "Alliance" collection was eighty percent complete. The sketches were finalized. The fabrics were sourced (from Italy and Portugal). The "Fog" silk had arrived, shimmering like captured moonlight on the cutting table.

But the final piece—the "Showstopper"—was missing.

Aurora stood in front of a blank dress form, a piece of charcoal in her hand. She was wearing her work uniform—black leggings, an oversized cashmere sweater, her hair pulled back
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