Serena's POV
My phone vibrated with an incoming call, and Ivy's name flashed across the screen. I couldn't help but smile as I answered.
"Mrs. Quinn," Ivy's voice came through, sounding more confident than I'd ever heard her. "Matthews finally agreed to the collaboration. You were right—I just needed to stand my ground!"
A warm sense of satisfaction washed over me. "I knew you could do it, Ivy. Sometimes people just need a little push to find their voice."
We quickly arranged to meet within the hour. Fashion Week was practically breathing down our necks, and there wasn't a moment to waste. This collaboration needed to be perfect—both our reputations were on the line.
When we met at Kruse's design studio, we skipped the pleasantries and dove straight into work mode. I'd alr
