*Chapter 33: Fashion Weeks, Frenemies & One Billionaire's Secret Plan*
Three days after the interview aired, Talia's inbox looked like it had run through a storm.
Mia burst into the living room holding two lattes and her phone like it was the final rose on The Bachelor.
"Talia. You've got emails from Vogue, Essence, a boutique line in Milan, and one very aggressive DM from a woman named *Inés* who says she'll 'die on a runway' if you don't design for her spring collection."
Talia blinked. "I… what?"
"You're blowing up, babe!" Mia squealed. "Remember that mini pop-up you did in your second trimester? It went viral again. Ethan's money helped, but it's your designs that are killing it."
Talia sat down, stunned.
Then, Zane waddled up, chewing on a building block.
Talia scooped him onto her lap. "You hear that, Z? Mommy might be designing for Vogue."
Zane babbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Go Mama."
Mia gasped. "He said it. He SAID it."
Meanwhile…
