One year later. Paris Fashion Week."Ava! The front-row editors are cheering for you!"My assistant pushed open the backstage dressing room door in pure excitement. She slammed a fresh newspaper onto the desk. The front-page headline screamed:Independent Brand Ava Studio Takes Off: The Brightest New Star in European Fashion!I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in a sharp black custom suit. The helplessness and exhaustion from years ago were completely gone from my eyes. Only calm confidence remained.I was no longer that weak designer living in Hale Group's shadow. I didn't need anyone's protection anymore.I owned my own destiny now."Got it. Get the next season's sketches ready. We fly to Milan tomorrow," I said calmly, an effortless smile on my face.My assistant nodded repeatedly. Then she paused and dropped her voice:"By the way, Ava... news came from across the Atlantic. That crazy internal war within Hale Group is finally over."I raised an eyebrow. "Nothing to do
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