The day had been quiet so far at Verano Studio. Most of the staff were busy working on ongoing projects, their heads bent over fabric samples and design drafts. Maya had kept to herself, organizing the sketches she had prepared for the young client. Anika and her family were expected to return that afternoon to try on the clothes Maya had designed.

When the time finally came, Maya stood near the fitting room, waiting. Her hands were steady, but her thoughts were full. She had spent days perfecting each piece—every hem, button, and detail had been created with care and inspiration. She didn’t know why, but something about Anika had...