REBECCA’S POV
I almost didn’t go.
The invitation had been on my desk for ten days, a business event for emerging fashion brands, the kind of thing I had been attending sporadically over the past year as the brand moved from a private project to something with actual external presence.
In ordinary circumstances I would have marked it without deliberation. It was the right room for where the brand was. The right people. The right kind of visibility at the right scale.
But the past two weeks had not been ordinary circumstances and the version of me that had been operating through them, the one who spread documents across desks at seven-thirty in the morning and recorded dinner table disclosures in a notes application and had measured conversations with women on her doorstep, that versi
