She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 13

Shera chose Riverwood District in the southern suburbs for her new studio. It was an upscale neighborhood, highly accessible but far from the noise of the city core.

Since returning from the hospital, she had buried herself in design drafts.

She and Rhys had already finalized the fabric supply chain, mapping out two distinct product lines. One was a highly exclusive, appointment-only bespoke service tailored to status and limited in quantity. The other was a high-end ready-to-wear line. Sticking to the authentic imperial sheath dress silhouette, these pieces would only be offered to loyal clients and elite women in their social circles, prioritizing quality over mass production.

Rarity equated to value. Wealthy wives absolutely despised seeing their outfits replicated on the streets; bespoke designs perfectly catered to this exact insecurity.

Top-tier fabrics, masterful hand-embroidery, and a personalized signature created an unparalleled sense of luxury—a basic necessity for this echelon of society.

Though her father had previously targeted the high-end market, his brand had always lacked that vital element of exclusivity. Her target demographic was the absolute apex of Aurelia City's elite society.

Knock, knock, knock.

Shera looked up.

"The sample dress is ready," her assistant Zena called out.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she hurried to her feet. "Quick, let's open it."

This was her father's final piece. It had taken six months of revisions to finalize the draft, and she had subsequently incorporated her own creative touches.

She had sent it out a week ago, and the finished product arrived much faster than anticipated.

Walking around her desk, she carefully lifted the moonlight-colored damask silk sheath dress and laid it out on the sofa.

The plum blossom embroidery meandered from the collar down the asymmetrical lapel to the waist. The white blossoms were elegant, the branches sharp and clean, and the stamens were detailed with micro-sequins. Fully embroidered birds perched delicately on the branches.

The fabric had a muted, luxurious sheen, rendering the entire dress graceful and refined. Under the sunlight, it seemed to glow from within.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Shera smiled, her eyes filled with absolute satisfaction. "I knew it. The finished piece is even more gorgeous than I imagined."

Zena nodded vigorously in agreement. "Forget modern luxury brands; nothing screams old money quite like our heritage designs."

Shera neatly folded the dress and packed it away.

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