Katherine had a dream.
In it, she was back in the home she hadn't seen in far too long.
The moment she opened the door, her father, Benjamin Rivera, was standing in the kitchen with an apron tied around his waist. He turned at the sound, spatula in hand, and grinned.
"Katie's back! Go wash up, sweetheart. Dinner's ready. I made your favorite, roast chicken!"
Katherine stepped inside. From the living room, her mother, Chloe Rivera, looked up from the fabric in her lap and smiled at her with gentle warmth.
"Katie, Samantha sent over the newest designs from Orinthia. Come try them on. If you like them, I'll make you a whole wardrobe based on the same cut."
Chloe's hands had always been magic. Give her any dress, any coat, any sweater, and she could recreate it herself.
When Katherine w
