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?"

here just by working hard. It's also been about luck

people?" My chest was tightening with each

to look at me. "Evelyn, there's something

I gulped. "Go ahead."

his words carefully. "Honestly, our partnership hasn't been all

in

his chin. "No matter who's behind this, they're not getting away with it. I'm owning

the car moving again, driving us toward

Week. When

Mr. Grayson, you're here

full sweep, but the gown's nowhere to be found. They've gone through all the security footage,

oversight team's been hounding us for updates. If we don't find that gown