Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 100

Linda sat across from Colton, her expression poised and confident, though there was an eager light in her

eyes.

She had dressed carefully for this meeting, wearing a tailored ivory blouse and a skirt that subtly showcased her own design aesthetic–sophisticated, yet modern.

She knew this was her chance to impress him, to gain his recognition, and she wasn’t about to waste it.

“I’ve always admired your work, Mr. Colton,” Linda began smoothly, her voice laced with admiration. “Your influence on contemporary fashion is undeniable. I’ve been following your collections since I started my own brand, and I must say, your vision is unparalleled.”

Colton listened, his face unreadable.

He appreciated talent, but he also valued sincerity and depth.

Compliments were expected, but they rarely impressed him.

“That’s flattering,” he said, setting down his wine glass.

“But admiration doesn’t equate to understanding. Fashion isn’t just about designing beautiful pieces; it’s about interpreting the world through fabric, anticipating movement, understanding culture.”

Linda nodded, determined not to let his detached demeanor shake her.

“I understand that completely,” she insisted, reaching into her bag and pulling out a sleek portfolio.

She laid it open on the table, revealing sketches and photographs of her latest designs.

on a fusion of vintage silhouettes with modern, eco–conscious materials. The response has been overwhelmingly positive.”

the designs, his keen eyes scanning the

good–polished, well–constructed, and

talent, Linda. No doubt about that. But talent without depth

first time. “What do you mean?”

sensitivity,” Colton explained. “Your designs show skill,

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has to resonate, to tell a story beyond trends. Right now, you’re creating to impress

swallowed, her mind racing.

but lately, she had been balancing multiple things–her relationship, launching her brand, networking. Had she been spreading

then, we can have this conversation again.” He placed a few bills on the table and nodded

walked out, leaving her staring after him.

in her chest, but she quickly brushed

critique of her

had been prioritizing the wrong things. She had to

nearby, approached her once Colton was gone. “Don’t take it too hard,” he said calmly. “Colton is… selective. But, if I get another chance, I’ll

sighed, then gave him a wry smile. “Thanks, Arnold. I

while, he’s

he suddenly

puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

shook his head.