18_The turning point

Eloise

The exhibition hall shimmered under the glow of soft elegant lighting, reflecting off the display cases that housed my jewelry pieces. Each one carried months of hard work, sleepless nights, and relentless determination. This moment was supposed to be mine to prove that I could stand on my own without Lucian, without anyone.

I stood behind my display, forcing a composed smile as people filtered through, their voices blending into a distant hum. I should’ve been ...