In Mysorna, Yvette finished her pierogies just as her phone buzzed with a message. [Boss, the person we rescued isn’t doing well. Hurry over.] It’s from Flying Fish.


    Yvette pocketed her phone and stood up.


    Around the table, Emmett asked, “Yve, heading out? Need a lift?”


    Yvette casually slipped her phone back into her pocket, grabbed the sports jacket draped over the chair, and replied coolly to Emmett, “No need. I’m going myself. Hand me the car keys.”


    Frankie quickly handed over Yvette the keys from his pocket.


    Before leaving. Yvette told Sienna, There’s some stuff you need in my room. Go grab it.”


    Sienna was stunned. “Yve, how did you finish an entire collection of thirty designs so fast?”


    With a hand in her pocket, Yvette nodded offhandedly, “Yeah.” She walked out, leaving Sienna in shock


    After Yvette left, Sienna rushed upstairs, eager to see the long-awaited designs Yvette had created.


    Frankie grabbed Sienna’s arm, while the others nced curiously. They’d caught the word designs. “Sienna, what’s up with the designs? What were you and Yve talking about?”


    Sienna sat back down, meeting their curious gazes, bracing herself. “Oh, I guess ver mentioned my job, huh?”


    Frankie waved it off. “Sienna, now I’m curious. What do you do?


    Sienna shrugged. I’m a fashion designer. I run a small clothingpany, you know, just to get by.”


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    Bruce paused, suspecting Sienna’s “small” fashionpany wasn’t that small. He politely asked, “Ms. Sterling, what’s yourpany called? If you don’t mind sharing?”


    Sienna nodded quickly. She was a bit intimidated by Bruce, as he seemed the most serious of the group, and not easy to approach. “No problem, it’s based in Mysonna, called ‘Vibe.”


    Frankie chimed in, “Nice name! Sienna, maybe you can design a few outfits for me?”


    Sienna agreed, “No problem, Frankie. I’ll design something in the next few days. You’ll love it.”


    Emmett, who had been looking down at his phone, finally nced up. He said to Frankie, who was joking around with Sienna, “If you want custom-designed clothes, you’d better have that 7 million ready first.”


    Frankie looked confused. He asked Emmett, “What do you mean? Bruce and Chris also turned to him, curious.


    Emmett ced his phone on the round table and spun it around Just moments ago, when he heard Sienna mention “Vibe,” it sounded so familiar. A quick online search brought it all back to him.


    clicked for him when he recalled hearing about it from Jeremiah’s mother, who had gone through many channels to buy a Haute Couture piece “Vibe” had an unusual rule of selling only one piece per person in their Haute Couture line.


    Emmett was surprised to discover that Sienna was the designer and partner of the brand that so many elite women desperately chased.


    Bruce took Emmett’s phone, nced quickly, and then looked a Sienna in silence, cing the phone back down.


    Chris had seen the screen top, noting the long list of achievements and thepany profile from the search.


    Frankie eagerly checked his phone, then eximed, “Wow!” He looked at Sienna in awe. “Sienna, your profile is impressive! If Vibe is small, I wonder what counts as a bigpany.


    Sienna scratched her head sheepishly. “It’s alright, just lucky.”


    She wanted to mention that the globally renowned Vibe spring-summer haute couture series wasn’t her work but Yvette’s. She had just been fortunate enough to be part of it.


    Bruce tapped his fingers on the table, observing Sienna. “Is Yvede also a designer for Vibe?


    Hearing Yvette’s name. Chris looked up, and Emmett seemed curious too.


    Sienna fidgeted nervously. She thought, “No way Yve wants her identity revealed!


    Suddenly, inspiration struck-Sienna clutched her stomach. “Oh no, stomachache, time of the month! Gotta go upstairs. Enjoy your meal!”


    She dashed upstairs in a sh, leaving Frankie and Bruce puzzled.


    Chris turned to the others. Time? What time?”


    Emmett paused, looking bemused. Bruce just kept reading his newspaper.


    Frankie chuckled, nudging Chris. “Dude, you’re destined for a lonely bachelorhood.”


    Chris was baffled, he had just been curious, after all.


    Seeing his confusion, Frankie typed a few words on his phone and shoved it in Chris’s face. As Chris read the exnation. for “time of the month,” he wanted to disappear.


    In Yvette’s room, Sienna spotted some sketches scattered on the table. To an untrained eye, they might look like scrap paper.


    As she picked them up, Sienna was immediately captivated. The designs were stunning, with bold yet tasteful colors, entirely unlike Yvette’s usual style.


    Sienna could already imagine the buzz these garments would create once made. They would turn anyone wearing them into a fairy-like figure.


    Sienna carefully organized the sketches, cing them into a folder and taking them to her own room.


    Deciding to make a call, she dialed a familiar number. A warm, motherly voice answered, “Hello, darling Sienna. It’s been so long, is everything alright?”


    The woman on the other end knew Sienna well; she never called without a reason.


    Sienna was the second person she knew with an extraordinary gift for fashion design. The first was quite the character, always disappearing after passing Vibe to Sienna.


    With a sweet tone, Sienna replied, “Professor, I just wanted to ask if the submission deadline for the international fashionpetitionter this year has passed?”


    Sienna was speaking to Hazel, the head of the top design school in Mysonna and her mentor.