The morning sun streamed through the tall glass windows of Maya’s Fashion Studio, casting a golden glow across the busy floor. The air buzzed with chatter and excitement. Workers whispered in small groups while customers moved between racks of designer gowns and elegant fabrics.

Everyone seemed to have the same topic on their lips — Maya Denovan.

“I still can’t believe it,” one seamstress murmured as she adjusted a mannequin. “All this time, our boss was the daughter of the Denovan family?”

Another nodded eagerly. “No wonder she was always calm even when things got rough. She carried herself like someone from a powerful home!”

“Now the ‘D’ in her...