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The Woman in the Spotlight Wasn’t Me

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Ariana’s POV

Before I was anyone’s scandal… and before I was anyone’s wife… I was a woman with a vision and a curated sense of self so sharp it could cut glass. Not for attention, not for vanity but because power in appearance was the only power I had before I found my voice. I built myself from the outside in — piece by piece.

And Daniel helped me at first.

Flashback: Seven Years Ago

I remember my first day at Maison Luxe. The elevator ride up to the executive floor felt like entering a kingdom I wasn’t sure I belonged to. I wore a structured blazer two sizes too tight and nude heels that blistered my feet by 11:00 a.m. But I smiled, spoke in cool, careful phrases.

And watched every woman around me like they were mirrors I could study until I saw something familiar. Daniel sent flowers to my office that day.

“Congratulations,” the card read. “Now go own the room.”

There was something beautiful about it, intentional, prideful, supportive, and I believed it — that he was proud of me. T
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