Chapter 15

## Lillian's Studio

Mila walked into another room and flipped on the light switch.

There, resting on a mannequin, was a deep purple embroidered suit with intricate designs-a custom piece for an important client.

This client was shrouded in mystery. Despite the personalized nature of the suit, Mila had never met him. Instead, he had sent over a detailed list of

measurements and style preferences through an intermediary. The dimensions were impressive, and so was his taste.

If it weren't for a close friend's recommendation, Mila might have hesitated to take

the job.

generous. The deposit alone amounted to a substantial sum, a hundred thousand dollars, making

couple of days to the finishing touches, ensuring everything was perfect. That

immersed herself in the final adjustments of the

how hungry she was. She stood up, feeling dizzy

drove to the private restaurant Miranda had chosen. She parked and was just about to step out when something caught

Lysander stepped out. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her son, Adrian, leap out of the car and run eagerly into Giselle's arms, the two

a lump in her throat, like a

was indeed different from just

rising in her chest, she shakily lowered the car

me? You're back now, so why can't I live with you? I

stroked Adrian's head, her lovely eyes full of warmth and her voice gentle, "You will,

Adrian's eyes

at Lysander, who remained silent, and then nodded with a

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