“Make sure all the gowns are ready for next week’s show!” Rosemary’s voice echoed through her small boutique, now crowded with fabrics and half-finished dresses.

Lila nodded as she checked her list. “Sis, only three gowns left to be perfected. Everything’s going smoothly.”

Rosemary gave a faint smile, though her face looked weary. “Good. I can’t afford to fail this time. I’ll show everyone that I’m still standing.”

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Across the city, Cassandra sat in her office with a dark expression. Her assistant had just informed her that invitations to Rosemary’s show were drawing media attention.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! After everything I’ve done, she still dares to...