Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. Ethan started the engine and slowly drove off from the hotel.

"Mr. Grayson, has the police come up with anything? How did our gown get swapped?" I asked, my chest tight with unease.

This was the key moment for my brand's launch. One misstep could mess everything up.

Ethan kept his gaze on the road. "The police are still on it. Evelyn, think it through. Other than Carlos, who else might be after you or our brand?"

I bit my lip, trying to think of every possibility. "Could it be a competitor? Lendora Fashion Week is the perfect platform to make a name, and it's a real battleground when it comes to market dominance."

"That's possible." Ethan nodded. "But that feels a bit overboard for a small studio like ours. I'm leaning more toward someone using this as a chance to ruin us..."

I could tell there was more to what he was saying, so I asked, "Ruin us? What do you mean by that?"

working hard. It's also

some people?" My chest

Ethan pulled over to a quiet street corner and turned to look at me. "Evelyn, there's something I have to tell you, and I

I gulped. "Go ahead."

"Honestly, our partnership hasn't been all smooth sailing at the

widened in surprise. "B-But

Ethan straightened up and lifted his chin. "No matter who's behind this, they're not getting

moving again, driving us toward the venue.

venue for Lendora Fashion Week. When the car stopped,

Mr. Grayson, you're here

and did a full sweep, but the gown's nowhere to be found. They've gone through all

updates. If we don't