Chapter 10

The flashes of the paparazzi's cameras were blinding, a relentless strobe light storm that turned the red carpet into a battlefield.

Vivian stood at the edge of the velvet ropes outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This was the

Chapter 11

The morning after the gala, the fallout was absolute.

Vivian’s single word—*Yes*—had detonated across the fashion world like a seismic charge. Francine’s exclusive piece in *Vogue* had gone live at midnight, and by sunrise, #TheGhostOfLocke was the number one trending topic globally. V

Chapter 12

Vivian’s new studio in the Garment District was a hive of controlled, beautiful chaos.

Unlike the sterile, glass-and-steel aesthetic of Locke Luxury, which Harrison had designed to look more like a tech startup than a fashion house, 'Hayes Atelier' was alive. Rolls of raw silk, jacquar