LEILA
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I spent hours online, ostensibly researching trends, fabric suppliers, potential inspirations for the next collection, but my cursor often drifted to the online fashion magazines, the society pages, the digital spaces where the other half lived, where other narratives unfolded.
Browse through a gallery of photos from a high-profile charity event, a glittering affair held in some impossibly chic venue and I saw them.
A picture.
High-quality, professional, Damien and Elena.
They were standing together, a united front that radiated power, he was in a sharp tuxedo, black against the muted backdrop, looking every inch the formidable figure I knew him to be.
She was in a stunning gown, a column of shimmering fabric, draped in jewels that caught the light.
They looked po
