…CASSIDY…
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It was time.
Two days later and I still couldn’t breathe right. The launch of my brand had me in a tight chokehold.
My palms were slick, my throat desert-dry, and every nerve in my body buzzed like faulty wiring. Everything had to be perfect — the lights, the sound, the banners, even the stupid “signature fragrance” I’d chosen after three sleepless nights of sniffing samples until my brain felt perfumed.
Perfection wasn’t optional. It was the only thing standing between me and public, career-ending humiliation.
“Move the banners two inches to the left!” I snapped, waving my hand sharply toward the stage crew. “No, left — your left, not mine, God, are you all brain-dead?” My voice cracked, and I hated that it did. It made me sound desperate.
The CASSIDY LUXE logo shi
