Chapter 204

• ZETIAN'S POV
• I’d heard whispers about Cindy’s walk-in closet long before. Supposedly, it was a shrine to fashion—overflowing with garments so rare they’d vanished from boutiques the second they dropped.
• To others it was a dream. To me? Just noise. I’d never cared much for brand names; I bought them only to blend into the industry’s glossy façade. Truth be told, most of those high-end designs felt ordinary—safe. My tastes leaned toward smaller, creative houses. Like the pieces from Sandrino’s friend—unconventional cuts, bold patterns, clothes that had soul.