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They Chose My Foster Sister, I Built My Own Life Chapter 11
Life kept going after Adrian left. A European partner took an interest in the first season of my residency collection. Two months later, Vivian and Maren passed along a formal offer from a Paris couture house. Not an internship. A five-year contract. The first year on the experimental womenswear line, the second running my own small team. The house would handle the visa, relocation, and basic housing.I didn't accept it right away. Maren didn't push me. She only said, "Make a list. Write down what you actually want to protect right now."That night, I sat in the studio and wrote it.Creative control over my own work. A steady income. The clients I'd built up in San Francisco. Maren, Mia, and a few real friends. Enough distance in my life to keep the noise out. By the time I finished, I saw that my parents weren't on the list. Neither was Adrian. Not because I'd cut them out. Because they had long since stopped being part of my decisions.What actually made me hesitate was San Francisco
They Chose My Foster Sister, I Built My Own Life Chapter 10
Months later, I walked out of a meeting at a small brand's showroom and saw Adrian.He was by the window, thin and worn down. He hurried over when he saw me."Elena."I stopped."I've been to San Francisco many times.""And?"He paused. "You won't even give me a chance to talk this through?"I checked the time. "What do you want to talk about?"He spoke quickly. "There's nothing between Sophie and me. You've confused professional competition with jealousy." He pulled up an email. "Since you left, I've turned down every private dinner her brand has hosted. I've kept my distance the entire time."I looked at the screen. "Adrian, you still don't get it. The problem was never whether the two of you crossed a line."His expression soured."The real problem is that every time there was a choice, some part of you decided I could come last. Our trip could change because she had an opportunity. The car could leave without me because I had too much luggage. She could wear my dress because she ne
They Chose My Foster Sister, I Built My Own Life Chapter 9
Three days after Design Week closed, I saw my parents outside the glass door of my studio.One pane of glass between us. My mother held a beautiful gift box. My father was telling the receptionist, "I'm her father."I didn't think of it as a reunion. My body tensed on instinct, and I took a step back. The receptionist looked up at me and asked if she should let them in. After a few seconds, I nodded.My mother's eyes turned red the moment she walked through the door. "Elena, we just want to give you the celebration you didn't get that night." She opened the box. Inside was a custom-made gown. The fabric was far more luxurious than that of the silver-gray dress, and the craftsmanship was much finer.My father slid a black card across the table. "We've restored the account. If the apartment's too small, we'll rent you a bigger place here."I didn't reach for either one. My mother's voice grew urgent. "Are you still angry about the dress?"All the hurt I'd swallowed for three years sudden
They Chose My Foster Sister, I Built My Own Life Chapter 8
In San Francisco, nobody knew me as "Sophie's sister." Nobody remembered that I used to stand behind Adrian.A driver from the residency program took me from the airport to my temporary apartment. Maren, who ran the residency, didn't greet me with a hug or tell me to make myself at home. Instead, she left an envelope at the door with the keys, the insurance paperwork, a map of nearby fabric markets, and my schedule for the first week. Printed on the envelope were the words: Welcome, Elena.I stared at my name on that paper for a long time, and for the first time in years, I felt grounded.In the first week, Maren made four things clear. How to file expenses. The studio's opening hours. That I could refuse any press interview. That I owned the intellectual property rights to everything I made during the residency. Nobody asked why I had come alone, and nobody compared me to anyone else.But my old habits hadn't disappeared yet. Before the first internal review, I prepared two collection
They Chose My Foster Sister, I Built My Own Life Chapter 7
The send-off party ended abruptly. My parents, Adrian, and Sophie rushed home.My mother sent me one email after another. In one of them, she kept coming back to the first thing they saw when they opened the door. My keys, lying in the tray in the hall. Under them, a shipping receipt. Three portfolio cases, sent to San Francisco that afternoon.My room hadn't been torn apart. Quite the opposite. It had been cleared out, leaving it tidy and almost empty. My passport, hard drives, samples, and tools were all gone. So were the jewelry from my parents and the watch and bag from Adrian. It took them a long time to trace the items to a consignment shop and learn that I'd sold them.What really broke them was the photo wall in my studio. It had once been covered from edge to edge with pictures of me growing up, family photos, and photos of Adrian and me. Now only faint tape marks remained. I hadn't torn up the photographs. I'd put every one of them into an archive box and written a single pla
They Chose My Foster Sister, I Built My Own Life Chapter 6
Their party was still going when I got into the car for the airport. Vivian and Mia later told me what happened after that.That night, Margaret Winn, executive chair of the North American Emerging Designer Award, arrived at the club with an assistant and a camera crew. Vivian had given her the address, and Margaret believed the party was for this year's sole winner. For me.My mother was chatting warmly with Sophie's brand contact. Margaret walked straight over. "Claire, congratulations. Where's Elena? Which floor is the winner's presentation on? My camera crew is ready."My mother's face went blank. "What winner? Elena didn't win anything."Margaret looked equally stunned. "The Grand Fellowship," she said slowly, one word at a time. "This year's sole recipient. Elena Hart. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars in startup funding, an eighteen-month residency in San Francisco, and exclusive press and industry access."The room went quiet. My father spoke first. "You're certain the winne
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