Anabelle stood on the balcony of her penthouse in London, the city lights glittering below like scattered diamonds.
The cool night air brushed her face as she held a glass of champagne in one hand and a letter in the other. The letter bore a golden seal—The International Design Guild. She had been chosen as Designer of the Year, one of the highest honors in her field.
Clara stepped onto the balcony quietly. “You got the confirmation email too?”
Anabelle turned with a small smile. “Yes. It’s official.”
Clara’s eyes shone. “You deserve it, ma’am. No one’s done what you’ve done in such a short time.”
Anabelle looked out again at the skyline. “It still feels unreal. Just last year, we were building one office at a time. Now… the world knows my name.”
“It’s not just your name,” Clara sai
