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Chapter 31: Paris Fashion Week Invitation

Auteur: Evve
last update Date de publication: 2025-12-23 02:56:26

The Maison AVA was no longer a secret. It was a pilgrimage.

The small, dusty storefront on the quiet, stone-paved street in the Marais was now the most exclusive, impossible-to-enter atelier in Paris.

Two years had passed since Aurora had signed the lease, the iron keys placed in her son's tiny, sleeping fist.

Two years of relentless, agonizing, triumphant work.

The "Phoenix Rising" collection had sold, piece by piece, for astronomical sums to women who, as Elias had predicted, valued secre
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