Maya woke up with the sun shining softly through her window. Her heart was already racing. Today was her first day stepping into the studio not as a visitor, not as an unknown designer , but as someone who belonged. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to steady the nerves dancing inside her.

She moved quickly to get ready, choosing a simple but elegant outfit that spoke of confidence without being loud. She wanted to look professional, approachable, but also strong. As she brushed her hair, she whispered to herself, You can do this, Maya. It’s just the beginning.

Downstairs, her parents...