Chapter 13
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I'll be late for my design workshop again.
I have sketches to finish for fashion week, classes to attend, and this insatiable man still has the audacity to keep me up all night.
Three months later, I debuted my first collection at Paris Fashion Week.
I asked Jane to be my finale model.
When the music faded and I stepped onto the runway with my models for the final bow, I surveyed the audience.
Fashion editors, celebrities, buyers, and industry powerhouses filled the front row.
They watched my vision come to life, applauding my creations.
In that moment, emotion overwhelmed me, tears streaming freely down my face.
I took a deep bow, heart pounding.
Blake stood first, followed by Lena, my parents, and the entire audience in a standing ovation.
Be who you were meant to be, not who others expect you to become.
I fucking did it.
