The evening air hung thick with the smell of roasted peppers and fried onions drifting from the kitchen. Isabella closed the front door behind her and slipped off her heels with a sigh of relief. Work had been long, and all she wanted was a warm shower and some quiet. But laughter drifted from the living room, pulling her curiosity toward the source.

She rounded the corner and found Lily and their mother, Clara, bent over a large glossy box sitting on the coffee table. The box was pristine white with silver letters shimmering across the top M&D FASHION HOUSE. Isabella froze. She knew that name. Everyone in the city...