Designing the Piano line had been pure chance.
If not for that incident she preferred not to think about, she'd never have landed on that kind of inspiration.
Eleanor figured this was exactly what people meant by stumbling into unexpected success.
Miranda kept building, praise after praise, for Vale.
Eleanor's face only burned brighter.
Watching her flush, Derek let out a cold snort.
"Still capable of blushing. Good to know you've got some shame left in you."
Eleanor didn't bother acknowledging him.
Honestly, her mood had lifted considerably.
She had zero interest in claiming the Vale identity publicly. Still, hearing Miranda sing Vale's praises this effusively landed as genuinely gratifying.
Miranda sat at the top of the industry recognition from someone at her level meant somet
