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CHAPTER 62

Author: Ehimen isabella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 23:27:35

The conference room inside Antonio Fashion’s flagship tower was awash in soft lighting and pristine silence. Models whispered final poses, fabric was steamed and ready, and Rafael stood by the mirrored door adjusting the last lineups.

This wasn’t a public event. This was an exclusive runway preview—**strictly buyers only**, invite-only, no press. No leaks. That was the rule.

Ximena had reviewed every detail herself. From the seat assignments to the scent diffused into the air—jasmine, vetiver, and the slightest trace of clove—she had designed this atmosphere like she designed her dresses: deliberate, high-stakes, and unforgettable.

She sat front row, legs crossed, tablet in hand, reviewing next season’s reworks. Her hair was up in a sleek twist, her black silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to remind everyone that power didn’t ask permission.

The lights dimmed. A hush fell over the room.

The first model stepped onto the runway—fluid, fierce, every step echoing confidence.

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