The morning after the gala felt like breathing pure oxygen for the first time in years.

Sienna woke up before her alarm, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her new apartment. Her phone was already blowing up with notifications. The front page of every major fashion blog

The silence in the studio was louder than a bomb.

Sienna knelt on the hardwood floor, surrounded by the shredded remnants of her life's work. Swatches of mutilated silk and violently slashed muslin patterns covered the ground like the casualties of a massacre. The livestream of Julian’s press conf

"I want everyone at a cutting station in sixty seconds!" Sienna’s voice cracked like a whip across the sprawling studio floor.

The heavy double doors had barely swung shut behind her twelve master tailors. They stood frozen in the entryway, staring in absolute horror at the slashed fabrics, the ov