The next day, Roxanne was standing by the window of the living room, her phone in her hand as she finalized the registration for curl's fashion competition.

Her hands trembled a bit but her heart was steady.

It was now official.

There was no turning back from this.

She had legally applied to be part of the competition and she would have to start recreating her designs again.

Her husband's men had handled the logistics very quickly.

And after some hours, they have been able to ...