Three more weeks passed.
Lexi worked tirelessly, often until 3 a.m. with Rachel snoring on the office couch and coffee cups littering every surface.
She was planning smaller events now—brand launches, boutique art shows, niche music showcases—but they were hers. Every contact made was built on trust, not money. She stayed off the radar, didn’t attach her name to anything publicly. If people wanted the woman behind Revel & Rise, they had to be invited in.
Word began to spread—whispers in private DMs, texts between influencers.
“This new planning group is magic. Discreet. Luxurious. Sharp.”
Lexi read every compliment like a lifeline.
And the clients came—quietly. Because they weren’t afraid of Julian Styles. They didn’t care about the drama. They cared about results.
Still, the scars
