Athaliah could still remember every single exhausting second she had poured into that dress, the endless days and those brutal sleepless nights where she barely stepped foot outside her studio.
The client had been breathing down her neck with one impossible deadline after another, demanding absolute perfection, and she had pushed herself to the limit until it was finally done.
Even thinking about it now made her shoulders throb with that old familiar ache.
Voren stared at the gown with genuine confusion written all across his face, his brows pulling together as he glanced back and forth between the dress and Athaliah.
"This is Elodie's design."
The second Elodie's name slipped out, everything suddenly clicked into place in Athaliah's head. Her eyes went wide, and she let out a soft groan while rubbing her forehead with her fingertips.
