Chapter 132

• Claire's POV
• The morning sun in Sydney poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my suite, warm and blindingly golden. I groaned as I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes while my thoughts raced ahead of me. Today was the pre-launch rehearsal. Today was where everything I’d pitched—every sleepless night, every ounce of energy I’d put into this—would either come alive or crumble.
• I glanced at the garment bags hanging neatly along the wall. Margeaux had been up before dawn, triple-checking every thread, every fit, every piece of fabric. She was currently in the adjoining room, probably buried under color swatches and steaming tools. I could hear faint humming from her side of the suite, and it made me smile.