Tangled Desire

her as she carefully stitched the hem of a dress, her fingers working swiftly despite the fatigue creeping into her bones. Outside, the

he freedom. The freedom to chase her dream without worrying about ren

t dress?" called her boss, Mrs. La

ting her lip as she guided

overpriced dresses for wealthy clients who barely notic

sleek black car pulling up outside. The kind of car only the city's elite could affor

ty. The air in the boutique seemed to shift as if the temperature had dropped

this moment would cha