“Rosemary! Please, explain first!”
Mila’s shrill voice broke the quiet morning as she stumbled breathlessly into the workshop, clutching a tablet in her hand. Rosemary, who had been checking a finished seam, looked up in surprise at her assistant’s panicked expression.
“What is it, Mila? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Mila dropped the tablet onto the table. The screen lit up with a glaring online headline in bold letters:
“Adrian Back with Rosemary? Love Drama Behind Adrian Corp’s Revival!”
Rosemary froze. Her eyes immediately scanned the article, filled with paparazzi shots—Adrian lifting fabric at her boutique yesterday, and her own face caught staring at him.
“What is this…” Rosemary whispered, her voice trembling.
Mila pointed at a paragraph with a shaking finger. “They’re
