Chapter 25
- Eloise
- The fabric samples were spread across my dining table, chaotic but beautiful. Layers of chiffon, velvet, silk blends with textured patterns, each one holding a story I hadn’t told yet. I ran my fingers across a swatch dyed deep plum, the color of healing bruises. It reminded me of how I’d felt the day Jennifer’s first stolen collection debuted, wounded but still surviving.
- This wasn’t jewelry. Not entirely.