Once Upon a Marriage
That was the first rule I made with Tami, the owner of the atelier in Brooklyn who’d agreed to help me produce it.
“It’ll be our secret,” she said that first day in her cozy backroom studio, her curls piled high and wild above her head. “But this work, Eloise? It deserves a name that carries its own magic.”
So we came up with Alira. Just a name pulled from the ether, no personal history, no association, only a beginning. One that didn’t come with Lucian’s shadow or Jennifer’s poison trailing behind.
And yet, every time I checked our modest online store, the numbers slowly ticked up.
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