Eloise
I sat with my laptop propped on my knees, Max curled against my side as he scrolled on my phone, humming under his breath. My fingers hovered above the touchpad, frozen, staring at the email that blinked brightly on my screen.
Subject: Vivienne Leclerc x Fauné Maison Collaboration Invitation.
I read the words again and again until they blurred in front of me. My stomach fluttered with something electric and light. Vivienne Leclerc. My mentor’s atelier was collaborating with Fauné Maison, a mid-tier international brand gaining traction with ethical production and minimalist sophistication. And they wanted me.
My designs. In Paris.
“Mommy,” Max nudged me with his little elbow, eyes still locked on his cartoon, “why you smiling like that?”
I blinked rapidly, heat rushing to my c
