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Chapter 89: Sabotage Attempt

Autor: Evve
last update Data de publicação: 2026-01-11 04:10:58

The final piece for the International Fashion Awards was a secret.

It hung in the back of the AVA atelier, shrouded in black muslin, guarded by the two elderly seamstresses, Yvette and Marie, who treated it with the reverence of a holy relic.

It was the "Reconciliation" gown. The midnight blue velvet storm cloud Aurora had been stitching when Liam had walked in at 3 AM.

It was finished.

It was 10 PM on the night before the submission deadline. The atelier was quiet, the frantic energy of the la
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