“What do you mean… that dress is Rosemary’s?” Cassandra nearly dropped her phone when her assistant delivered the news.

“Really, Miss. We double-checked. A few small boutiques in town have started displaying Rosemary’s new collection. Simple, but they’re selling out. Many customers say her designs have a ‘soul’—something different from other designers.”

Cassandra froze in her study, her face tightening. Her hands clenched until the knuckles went white. “That… can’t be. She was ruined. How could she… rise that fast?”

Her assistant swallowed, reluctant to continue. “Small outlets and blogs are writing about it too. They call Rosemary a real example of a designer who couldn’t be destroyed by gossip.”...