Chapter 59

MILA

Their faces were delicious. I could almost jump on their table and punch each of them in the face, but alas, this was my very first debut. There’d be time for drama at a later time. The after-party buzzed with excitement. The lights, music, and the hum of conversation created an intoxicating atmosphere.

My manager, Camila, outdone herself with this debut. The room was filled with journalists, fashion editors, buyers, and influencers, all eager to interview me. Everyone wanted to know the same thing. Why were you hiding? Why did you come out? Are you really the designer? Where did the tech idea come from?

“Darling, this experience was out of this world,” a famous editor gushed, her eyes wide admiration.

“You just gave us a glimpse into the future of haute couture,” a buyer continued, his voice full with excitement. “I would love for my store to host your line.”

I barely had to speak, with Camila answering the bulk of the questions. I was glad she was here. It took two weeks to con