NADIAThe next three weeks blur into work. Sketches, fittings, client meetings. Days start early, end late. On weekends, I attend fashion shows, smiling for photos that barely feel like me. Somewhere in between, I find time to write handwritten notes to a few loyal clients — small, personal gestures that remind them I still care.One of them, Lillian, replies almost immediately. She wants to meet for coffee to discuss something special — a dress for her daughter’s graduation.“She’s everything I’ve got,” she says, setting her tablet aside as the waiter drops off our drinks. “This milestone means the world to us.”I smile, genuinely. “She’s lucky to have you, Lillian.” I reach across the table, giving her hand a light squeeze.She squeezes back, her smile warm. “How’s your husband?”My smile falters before I can stop it. “Felix?”She chuckles. “Last I checked, that’s the only one you had.”“He’s fine,” I say, lowering my gaze so she won’t catch the flicker of hurt in my eyes.“That’s a
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