The elevator doors slid open with a soft, musical chime, revealing the entire forty-second floor of the Thorne Luxury Group building. Sienna stepped out, her breath catching in her throat as her heels clicked against the pristine white marble.

The space was a vast, sun-drenched sanctuary. Floor-to

The adrenaline of Julian's public humiliation carried the Vance Couture team for exactly three days. For seventy-two hours, the studio was a symphony of creativity. Sienna sketched relentlessly, her charcoal flying across the heavy textured paper, bringing the avant-garde silhouettes in her mind to

The air in Milan tasted different—heavier, older, and laced with the faint, metallic tang of industrial fabric dyes. Sienna Vance stood before the imposing wrought-iron gates of *Tessitura Moretti*, the oldest and most prestigious silk mill in Northern Italy. The sprawling brick complex had been tur