The sound of her sewing machine hummed like a lullaby against the soft chatter of the twins playing on the plush carpet nearby. Talia adjusted the shimmering sleeve of a gold evening gown on the mannequin and smiled faintly, pausing to glance at her babies, Zane babbling happily to Luna as if she understood every word.
"Okay, future CEO and sassy queen," she said aloud, stretching her arms. "Give mommy five minutes before you turn this room into a snack battlefield again."
The twins shrieked in delight, completely ignoring her, of course.
Her workroom inside Ethan's mansion had become her new sanctuary, sunlight streamed through the massive windows, and racks of fabric, beads, and half-done sketches filled the space like art. She was finally doing what she loved.
And people were noticing.
