Amelia's POV
The invitations arrived on heavy cream cardstock, delivered by messenger at dawn.
I stared at mine over breakfast, unable to believe what I was reading.
"Fashion Week," I said aloud. "They want Lia Hart Designs at Fashion Week."
Alexander looked up from his coffee. "That's major."
"That's impossible." I set down the invitation with shaking hands. "Fashion Week slots are booked years in advance. Established designers wait decades for this opportunity."
"Not impossible." He picked up the invitation, studying it. "Someone dropped out. You're being offered their slot."
"Who drops out of Fashion Week?"
"Someone who was pressured to." His expression darkened. "This might not be the opportunity it seems."
My stomach twisted. "You think it's a trap?"
"I think Ethan's despera
