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Chapter 62: The PR Campaign

Auteur: Evve
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-01 17:26:27

The campaign headquarters of Maison AVA was not the sterile, white-walled atelier on Fifth Avenue. It was Sophia Tan’s loft in Tribeca, a space that smelled of strong coffee, expensive candles, and ambition.

It was 2 AM on a Tuesday.

The floor was covered in proofs. Magazine covers. Instagram grids. Billboards.

Aurora—Ariane—sat in the center of the chaos, her legs crossed, a glass of red wine in her hand. She was wearing her "wolf" suit, but the jacket was off, her white silk shirt unbuttoned
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