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?"

get here just by working

our partnership has offended some people?" My chest was tightening

than that." 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 hope you get where I'm

I gulped. "Go ahead."

a deep breath, picking his words carefully. "Honestly, our

eyes widened in surprise.

chin. "No

car moving again, driving us toward the venue. I

Week. When

Grayson, you're

red. "The police came and did a full sweep, but the gown's

us for updates. If we don't find that gown soon,