The morning of Seya's boutique opening felt almost unreal. The street outside was alive with soft music, shimmering decorations, and the quiet hum of anticipation. Through the boutique's glass storefront, golden sunlight poured in, illuminating the carefully arranged displays;each outfit hand-selected, each mannequin positioned with intention, each corner reflecting the elegance Seya had envisioned for months.
Seya stood at the entrance, her heart fluttering with equal parts pride and nervousness. The sign above the door;SEYA Atelier,glimmered softly, like it too was smiling. Hazon stepped beside her, straightening her bracelet with gentle fingers. đź‘Ź
"You built this," he murmured, his voice warm with admiration. "Every detail… it's you."
She felt her nerves settle at his words. Hazon's presence was her steady ground, the calm beneath every uncertainty.
Inside, guests slowly began to gather;family, friends, students from her design classes, and a few curious locals who had heard whispers of the boutique's elegance. The air filled with compliments, delighted gasps, and the faint scent of fresh flowers arranged by Ariana that morning.
Kian, leaning casually against a display table, watched the scene with quiet pride. His architecture-trained eyes traced the lines of the interior he had designed—the soft arches, the warm lighting, the spacious fitting areas. Ariana slipped her hand into his, smiling when she caught his subtle satisfaction.
"You did good," she whispered.
"No," he replied, squeezing her fingers, eyes drifting to Seya. "She did."
Everywhere Seya looked, she saw pieces of her journey—late-night sketches, fabric samples spread across her bed, moments she doubted herself, and moments she didn't dare dream too big. Yet here it all was. Real. Alive.
As she clipped the ceremonial ribbon, applause erupted. For a brief moment, everything went quiet in her mind. She wasn't the girl living in someone else's shadow anymore. She wasn't the daughter of a controlling businessman. She was Seya "designer, owner, dreamer". ✨
And then, across the room, she caught Hazon's eyes. Filled with pride. Filled with love.
The boutique wasn't just a beginning.
It was a declaration;of independence, of courage, of finally choosing her own path.
And everyone in that room knew… this was only the start. 📊