Chapter 19: The Royal Commission
Chapter 19: The Royal Commission
Back at Brooks Atelier, a heavy, cream-colored envelope arrived via private courier.
It bore the gold-embossed crest of a European royal family.
Maya opened it carefully. Her lead assistant, a talented young woman who had once been overlooked at Hartwell, watched with bated breath.
Maya read the thick parchment, her expression remaining remarkably calm, though a subtle shift of profound emotion flickered in her eyes.
"What is it, Maya?" the assistant asked.
"It's a commission," Maya answered, her voice quiet but carrying the weight of the moment. "The Crown Princess is attending the Global Peace Summit in Geneva next month. She is requesting a custom evening gown."
The assistant gasped. "A royal commission? In our first year?"
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Maya looked at the framed, torn sketchbook pages hanging behind her desk. She thought of the days she spent pushing a mop, dreaming of just one chance to hold a needle in the industry.
"Get the drafting paper," Maya instructed softly, her focus absolute. "We have a dress to build."
