Chapter 159 - Rival's Taunts and a Lover's Longing Call
The Milanese morning greeted me with brilliant sunshine streaming through my hotel suite's windows. Despite the beautiful day ahead, a sense of unease lingered from last night's encounter with Bianca. Damien's warning echoed in my mind as I prepared for the day's meetings.
"Ms. Ashworth, your car will arrive in thirty minutes," Mr. Shaw informed me as I finished my espresso.
"Thank you," I replied, reviewing my presentation notes one last time.
My phone vibrated with a message from Damien: "You'll shine today. Don't let anyone dim your light. Call me when you're done."
His simple vote of confidence warmed me from within. I quickly texted back a heart emoji before gathering my materials.
The meeting venue was a sleek modern building in Milan's fashion district. As Mr. Shaw escorted me inside, I felt a surge of confidence. This was my territory—the world of fabrics and designs where I belonged.
