Threads of Hope

Eloise 

I woke up to the soft morning light slipping through the linen curtains, painting pale gold across my cheeks. For a moment, I lay still in bed, staring up at the ceiling with its faint cracks. My chest felt tight, as if something heavy rested atop it.

Today was the day.

My first international collaboration meeting with Fauné Maison. Paris. Vivienne Leclerc. Even thinking their names sent a thrill through my veins, but beneath it was a sign of fear that refused to stop.

I turned to the side, watching Max sleep on his little foldable Avengers bed by my dresser. His mouth was slightly open,...