Six months later, my own studio officially opened. I named it Return to the Tide.
On opening day, Nora rushed in with a bouquet in her arms and nearly knocked over the display stand by the door.
"Boss! Have you heard? Aurelia shut down its entire high-end couture line. Vivian was blacklisted by the industry association for plagiarism. No one in the design world will touch her now. Daniel has it even worse. The association notice came out. Fraudulent application, aiding infringement, and abusing his position to suppress the original creator. He'll never be a design director again."
I kept my eyes on the contract and signed my name. "Good."
Nora glanced at me. "You're not happy?"
I smiled. "I am."
But that happiness no longer had much to do with them. What truly made me happy was knowi
