Early in the morning, the Grand Palais looked quiet and still. Sophia stood outside with a cup of coffee, watching her team prepare the building for her show. This place would soon become the center of the fashion world, or the scene of Richard’s final revenge.“You’re awake early,” Isabella said, joining her. “Or did you even sleep?”“Not much,” Sophia admitted. She had slept only a few hours. Her mind wouldn’t stop racing.Inside, everything was busy but organized. Lighting crews adjusted lights again and again. Sound teams tested music. Designers finished the runway. Security moved quietly everywhere, Lorenzo’s people, always watching.“The collection is perfect,” Isabella said, looking at the clothes waiting backstage. “This is your best work.”"Let's hope the world sees it that way.""They will. But more importantly—" Isabella turned to face her directly, "—do you believe it?"Sophia thought about who she used to be—scared, unsure, broken. Then she thought about how she had rebui
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