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

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 manipu

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 dr