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Chapter 194: The Gala

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-02-15 02:35:16

The launch gala for "The Alliance" was held not in a ballroom, but in the atrium of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was a statement. A declaration that fashion was art, and that AVA x Cross was a masterpiece.

The space was transformed. The Temple of Dendur was lit in soft, ethereal blues and golds—the colors of the collection. A runway wound through the ancient stone, a river of light connecting the past to the future.

Aurora stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the crowd.

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