Betty's POV

The holidays were over, and soon I found myself back at work.

Work had a way of swallowing everything else.

The atelier no longer felt like the safe, creative space I used to love. It felt like a machine that never stopped demanding more. Orders kept coming in, clients kept requesting changes, and Ivan’s fabric supply line needed constant oversight because one delay meant an entire production shift. Being successful came with its downsides.

On top of that, the wedding planner ...