Lyvanne's POVThe studio buzzed with pressure, fabric rustled, machines hummed, staff moving quickly as if the very floor beneath them would catch fire if they slowed down.I stood in the center of the busy office, a storm in heels, snapping out instructions like a general in battle. It has always been like this. Of course it's my business, I don't need anyone to tell me what to do unless I want to go bankrupt. Giving orders was a compulsory thing I can't escape, and I can't just sit on my executive office chair doing that, I need to be here for a successful production.“No, no, no…reshape that bodice!” I said, pointing to a poorly draped mannequin. “It should cinch at the waist, not drown it! Understood?”“Yes, ma'am,” the staff response came in immediately. My words landed in his ears.“I will do just that.”To be honest, I hate doing all this alone. The weight is too much, the responsibility unshare, but strangely, I feel some relief doing it alone as well.That man… I mean Alexand
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