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The mantra repeated in my head like a broken record, but my hands shook so badly I could barely type. Outside my cramped studio apartment, London’s weather turned vicious—wind howled through the narrow streets, rain hammered against my single window like bullets.
Fitting. The whole world went to hell that night.
"Files are ready to send," I reported into my phone, hating how my voice wavered. On my laptop screen, Serena’s autumn collection stared back at me—months of ...
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