ELYRA.
The last few weeks had passed like a blur. Every morning, I woke up before the sun fully rose, my head already filled with designs, colors, fabrics, and measurements. I barely had time to breathe, but I didn’t mind. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was moving forward.
Right now, the mini display was just two days away.
I stood in the middle of my small studio and slowly turned around, taking in everything. The mannequins were dressed in my latest pieces. The soft gold drapes I had ordered hung neatly against the wall. The printed banners with my brand name were stacked at the corner, waiting to be mounted.
I let out a small breath, my lips curving into a smile.
Over twenty-five people had placed orders in the past month. Twenty-five. It might not sound like muc
