The morning sun spilled over Milan in soft gold, warm and deceptive. It looked like a peaceful day, but peaceful days were rare in the Rossi-Moretti empire.

Three years had passed.

Three years since flames nearly reduced her family's Company to ashes. Three years since she and Dante Moretti walked into the lion's den of creditors, press, and corporate sharks, and walked out victorious, hand in hand.

Now, Rossi-Moretti Textiles was no longer a survivor.

It was a phenomenon.

A luxury ...