“Mrs. Rosemary, please wake up… just for a moment.”
Mila gently shook Rosemary’s pale body as she lay motionless on the bed.
Rosemary blinked slowly, her eyes heavy and hollow. “Why should I wake up, Mila? The world out there doesn’t want me anymore.”
Mila bit her lip, fighting back tears. “That’s not true. Look at this, Ma’am.” She lifted her phone and played a video.
A wave of cheers and chatter burst from the screen: a famous celebrity was being interviewed on the red carpet. A dazzling gown sparkled on her figure, and when asked who her favorite designer was, she answered confidently:
“Rosemary. She’s a genius. No one can match the detail of her work.”
The crowd erupted with applause, while social media comments scrolled below—filled with praise.
Rosemary stared at the screen fo
