“Mrs. Rosemary, look at this!”

Mila rushed into the small workroom of the apartment, carrying a tablet with its screen glowing brightly. She was out of breath, her eyes shining with excitement.

Rosemary, who was focused on sewing bead details onto a simple white dress, looked up with knitted brows. “What is it now, Mila? You look like you just found treasure.”

“Not treasure, Ma’am. But maybe… this could be the beginning of your comeback.” Mila placed the tablet on the table. On the screen, an online news article blazed across with the headline:

“Rosemary’s Wedding Gown Steals the Spotlight Again.”

Rosemary held her breath. “What… do you mean?”

Mila...