Three months felt like a lifetime. Or perhaps, more accurately, it was the first three months of a life I was finally choosing to live.
The night Julian’s world ended, mine began with a roar of applause that felt like a physical force, pushing me forward onto the runway. My collection, *Anatomie*, was a stark, architectural exploration of the very things Julian had tried to erase: structure, strength, the hidden engineering of beauty. It was a direct, unapologetic response to his shallow aestheticism. I didn’t mention him. I didn’t have to. The clothes spoke for me.
The reviews were not just positive; they were seismic. *Verve* called it “a stunning, ferocious debut that has single-handedly redefined the silhouette of modern couture.” Tim Blanks wrote that it was “less a collection and m
