Chapter 10 - Eternal Bloom
One year later.
The Paris Fashion Week grand finale was held at the Grand Palais.
The runway was illuminated by thousands of floating golden lanterns. As the music swelled, twenty-four models walked the catwalk, wearing the spring Ashen Threads collection—garments that seamlessly blended ancient hand-weaving techniques with the indestructible, shimmering phoenix silk.
I stood behind the velvet curtain in the wings, watching the crowd erupt into a standing ovation. Fashion icons, royalty, and global leaders were on their feet, clapping wildly as the final look crossed the stage.
I looked down at my hands. The callouses from years of needles and shears were still there, but there were no tears in my eyes tonight.
I didn't need to cry anymore to create magic. The pain that had sparked the power was gone, replaced by an unshakable foundation of love, loyalty, and triumph.
As I stepped out onto the runway to take my bow, the blinding lights hit my face, and the roar of the applause echoed through the grand hall.
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Chloe had tried to destroy me with fire.
She didn't know I was born to burn... and born to reign.
