Fl's POV

The soft rustling of paper and the scratch of my pencil were the only sounds in the room. I sat at my desk, completely focused, surrounded by sketches, fabric samples, gemstone charts, and reference books. My fingers were stained with pencil smudges, and my hair was pulled into a loose bun with strands falling messily around my face. I didn’t care. I was too deep into my work to notice anything else.

Every line I drew carried meaning. Every curve and angle told a story. Since the board had approved my proposal, my entire world had changed. I wasn’t just a background assistant anymore. I was the designer behind the company’s upcoming collection. That thought alone still felt unreal.

I had spent the last few days reading everything I could, books on gemstones, color theory, and famous designers from history. I visited high-end stores in my free time, just to quietly admire the way some designs spoke without saying a word. I wasn’t copying. I was learning. I was growing. And most of all,