Walking through the familiar corridors of my company, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It had been far too long since I had last set foot in this place, where every corner held memories of late nights and early mornings spent pouring over designs and patterns. The scent of clothing, detergent, and fabric softener hung in the air, comforting me like an old friend.
Despite the weight of the rings on my fingers, a constant reminder of my new status as Isabella Archibald, I couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that bubbled within me. For the first time in what felt like ages, I was back where I belonged - at the heart of my work, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the fashion world. As I settled into my office, the familiar sights and sounds of the workplace
