Aria stood near the expansive windows of the conference hall, her gaze half-focused on the glimmering skyline. In one hand, she held a flute of sparkling water, and in the other, she toyed with her phone. Across from her, Alain Duval gestured animatedly, his nice accent adding an air of effortless sophistication to their conversation.
“You simply must attend, ma chère,” Alain said, referencing the winter fashion show in Paris. “The designer is a genius, one of the best talents to emerge in years. Everyone who’s anyone will be there.”
Aria smiled faintly, her gaze drifting momentarily to the bustling crowd. “I wouldn’t miss it. I heard they’re working with fabrics sourced from ancient techniques.”
“Ah, très magnifique,” Alain agreed, gesturing with his glass. “And you? Do you plan to bid
