Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"This... This is such an honor! Meeting Mr. Fernandez is a lifelong dream of mine!"

Rowan seemed pleased with my reaction. "Well, that's great to hear. I'll have someone bring a gown to your room. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby at 8:00 pm."

I thanked Rowan profusely as he left.

Stefano was my idol! Shaking hands with the man whose work changed fashion history would complete my life!

Back in my room, I eagerly pulled out my sewing kit. No matter what, tonight, I was going to make a statement! I was determined to design the most stunning gown, even if it meant staying up all night! As night fell and the lights came on, I walked into the ballroom dressed in a champagne-colored off-the-shoulder gown, with black stockings and six-inch heels. I knew I looked both sexy and elegant.

All eyes immediately turned toward me. The intense, admiring gazes made every fiber of my being come alive.

With the crowd's attention on me, I linked arms with Rowan and made my way to the center of the ballroom.

I looked around, and the room was filled with the city's elite. Business tycoons, movie stars, supermodels, socialites-so many important people, I could barely keep track.

Annie Winter was especially friendly among them and complimented me on my gown. Starcrest queen Mary Streep even pulled me aside and chatted with me for what felt like ages.

I smiled and gracefully navigated the conversation, feeling completely at ease.

The old me would never have dared dream of being at a table with these influential figures. But here I was, standing under the spotlight, the center of attention!

tall figure caught my eye. He stood with his back to the light, making his face

tall, commanding presence, that

turned toward the source of the sound,

slowly turned, and a familiar

"It's you?"

sending waves through my chest. A hidden corner of my heart,

entire ballroom was watching us,

thick, like

deep, dark gaze used to mesmerize me,

doing here?" I finally managed to

slight, playful smile, his once rebellious edge now smoothed by time. "Why wouldn't I be here? Melando Fashion Week-surely, as an industry insider, I'd come to

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fingers brushing gently against my chin. "But you... shouldn't you be in Lendora, working on Evelyn Studio's new store? Why

clearly displeased by

it's a pleasure,"

but distant tone. "However, Ms. Wiley is here at my invitation. We're discussing a potential collaboration. I'd appreciate it if you refrained from making

his lips widening. "Oh, so Ms. Wiley and Mr. Ellard are already

Group, it's no surprise Evelyn