Clara had thought returning to her old post in the fashion division would feel like slipping into familiar waters. But as she stepped back into the buzzing wing of Wolfe Enterprises that Monday morning, nothing felt the same.
The fashion department was a storm of organized chaos—samples draped across racks, mannequins standing like frozen soldiers in half-pinned gowns, assistants juggling garment bags while stylists barked orders. The clacking of heels echoed against the marble floor as models paraded in and out of fitting rooms. Phones rang incessantly, printers coughed out contracts and lookbooks, and the scent of fresh espresso lingered in the air.
This was where she had started, months ago, when the job was simply survival—a paycheck to cover rent, groceries, and Lily’s prescriptions
