Freya's POV
The wealthy socialites surrounded me like hungry wolves circling their prey, each voice more eager than the last.
"Miss Colby, your talent is absolutely extraordinary. I understand you operate your own design studio. Where might I find it?"
"Miss Colby, are you available in the coming weeks? My daughter will be competing in a prestigious piano competition in Roshgard. I desperately need you to create a custom evening dress for her."
"Miss Colby, would you consider a business partnership? I'm interested in becoming the exclusive representative for your fashion line. When could we arrange a meeting to discuss terms?"
The attention was suffocating. Mack Ben's casual prediction had somehow manifested into reality. Mrs. Ben's birthday celebration had transformed into an unexpected networking goldmine, filling my contact list with potential high-end clients.
