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“These are exquisite, Midori.” Gunston said, as he ran his hands over Midori’s cocktail dress. “You’ve created a new silhouette. This is exciting.”
Midori felt her chest swell with pride. She also felt a little sore after all the attention she’d received from Guy last night and then again this morning. His words still swirled in her head. He believed she was his One, that she’d broken some curse, even. It was a fairytale and she was a real live heroine. She kept telling herself to keep her feet on the ground, but that voice had grown smaller and smaller with each beat of her heart.
And now that her heart and her body were sated, she was getting her spirit validated. Gunston beamed at her designs.
“These colors are fashion forward.” He moved down the line. “What made you think of gol
