When Rose got to her office, she found Clarissa standing stiffly, waiting for her. "Are you Clarissa Sparks?"

At the sound of her name, Clarissa hurriedly rose to her feet. "Ms. Emerson."

Rose studied her with surprise. She had expected the matriarch of the Schmidt family to exude grace and authority, not the demeanor she encountered.

Clarissa only wore a simple white suit with her hair in a neat bun. Though her makeup was impeccably applied, it couldn't hide the exhaustion etched on her face.

"Ms. Sparks, please take a seat," Rose said, masking her initial resentment toward a meeting with a member of the Schmidt family. She decided to withhold her emotions and assess the situation first.

"Ms. Emerson, I apologize for this sudden visit, but I desperately need your help in designing an evening gown," Clarissa pleaded. "Money is no object. I can pay you double or even triple what others would offer. All I ask is for your expertise. Please, I implore you!"

"Ms. Sparks, I am merely a designer. It seems excessive for you to beg," Rose remarked, noticing Clarissa's trembling hand as she held her cup. It was evident she was not in a stable state of mind.

our production schedule and

sank to her

you doing, Ms. Sparks?" Rose panicked

she pulled Clarissa up, Clarissa's sleeves slid

a glimpse of a few large bruises and bloody marks on

mind reeled from

to her own past, where her mother endured humiliation to provide her with a better life.

need to place an order for an evening gown. Only a masterpiece from

cry, but she was without tears. "I won't get up until

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