The days had passed in a blur of color, noise, and endless work, and now the long-awaited moment had finally arrived just one day before Colton and Isabella’s wedding.

Everywhere in the Denovan household, excitement buzzed like soft music. Maids hurried through the halls, decorators arranged flowers, and Mrs. Denovan’s voice could be heard giving gentle orders to anyone within reach. The mansion itself seemed alive with joy.

But in Maya’s studio, things were just as busy maybe even more.

The scent of fresh fabrics and heated glue lingered in the air as sewing machines hummed in rhythm. Rolls of lace and satin covered the tables, and workers moved around...