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~Elara's POV
If someone asked me what my life looked like these days, I think I would just laugh softly and say, "Work."
Because honestly, that was it. Work in the morning. Work in the afternoon. Work in the evening. Then go home, stare at my ceiling for ten minutes, and fall asleep before my brain finishes forming a single thought.
My whole world had turned into fabric samples, design drafts, and the upcoming fashion gala that felt like it was approaching with a knife in its hand. One week. Just one week. I kept counting it like counting the days left of my own life.
Every morning, I arrived at the company before most people. The hallways were quiet, the floors shiny, and the air still smelled like cleaning spray. I loved those first minutes. It felt like the whole building belonged to me alone. No noise. No pressure yet. No eyes watching my every step.
Then, like clockwork, the moment the elevator reached the design floor… reality hit.
