Three days after the wedding, Alana flew to Milan.
Linden drove her to the airport himself. When they said goodbye, he only said, "Go and do what you were meant to do. I'll be here when you come back."
But his eyes stayed on her, full of reluctance to let her go.
Alana smiled, understanding exactly what he meant. She stood on tiptoe and gave his lips a soft, quick kiss.
"Wait for me."
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On the day Milan Fashion Week opened, the whole city seemed to celebrate her return. Official posters covered shop windows along Via Monte Napoleone.
Huge digital screens replayed clips from her legendary show three years earlier, over and over.
Everyone in the fashion world was talking about the same name: Alana Rosewood, the brilliant designer who had stepped away from the spotlight five
