Life kept going after Adrian left. A European partner took an interest in the first season of my residency collection. Two months later, Vivian and Maren passed along a formal offer from a Paris couture house. Not an internship. A five-year contract. The first year on the experimental womenswear line, the second running my own small team. The house would handle the visa, relocation, and basic housing.I didn't accept it right away. Maren didn't push me. She only said, "Make a list. Write down what you actually want to protect right now."That night, I sat in the studio and wrote it.Creative control over my own work. A steady income. The clients I'd built up in San Francisco. Maren, Mia, and a few real friends. Enough distance in my life to keep the noise out. By the time I finished, I saw that my parents weren't on the list. Neither was Adrian. Not because I'd cut them out. Because they had long since stopped being part of my decisions.What actually made me hesitate was San Francisco
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