Chapter 12
Stitching His Downfall: The Ghost Designer's Revenge
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, jacquard, and heavy
Chapter 13
The rain came down in sheets, hammering against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hayes Atelier. Inside, the studio was a sanctuary of warm, amber light and meticulous order. Vivian Hayes stood before a dress form, a magnetic pin cushion strapped to her wrist, her fingers deftly manipulating a cas
Chapter 14
Paris in the fall was usually an electric dreamscape of champagne, flashbulbs, and frantic creative energy. For Vivian Hayes, standing backstage at the magnificent Théâtre de Châtelet, the energy was pure, unadulterated adrenaline.
Her team of fifty seamstresses, makeup artists, and dressers moved