CLAIRE
Two weeks passed in a blur of productivity, the settlement papers were signed, the lawsuit officially closed, and I threw myself into work with a focus I hadn't felt in months.
The meeting with the SoHo boutique went better than expected, they wanted to carry my entire first collection and were already asking about the second. Orders continued climbing, five hundred, then six hundred, then seven hundred.
Nina hired additional staff to keep up with production and I spent my days designing, planning, building.
Life settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal, mornings with coffee and Julian discussing our respective work, afternoons at the production house or meeting with suppliers, evenings back at the penthouse where we'd cook dinner together and talk about everything except r
