Hazel's POV
The ballroom buzzed with a new energy as I moved through the crowd. Where once I'd felt invisible eyes judging my every step, now I found myself surrounded by eager smiles and extended hands. The transformation was as dramatic as it was transparent.
"Ms. Shaw, I simply adore your designs!" A woman in her fifties with perfectly coiffed silver hair touched my arm. "My daughter is getting married next spring. Would you consider designing her gown?"
Before I could respond, another woman cut in. "I've been following your work since your first collection. So innovative! I'd love to discuss a potential investment in your brand."
I smiled politely, exchanging business cards with both women. "I'd be delighted to speak with you further. Perhaps we could schedule appointments next week?"
