SAMAfter drinks that evening, I finally told Veronica everything. She sat there, wide-eyed, still trying to comprehend the sheer audacity of what Elena and I had managed to pull off. The truth was, we had moved fast, too fast for anyone outside our circle to even notice. But time had not been on our side, and letting it slip by wasn’t an option.“I cannot believe you both handled this,” she whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and awe. “Honestly… it’s remarkable. Such a pity, though… no one will be making Vanessa’s dress anymore.” Her words trembled slightly, as if the thought itself pained her.Elena smiled, that calm, measured smile that always seemed to carry the weight of someone who knew she was in control. “Aunty,” she said softly, leaning forward, “don’t worry about a thing. The other designers can make her something, and if you want something different… I can have her wear Blackwood designs instead, just for the celebration. I know someone who can get us an appointment,
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