𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 8

I sat at my desk in the boutique, sketching out a few ideas for new designs. My mind was running wild with creativity as I envisioned delicate fabrics, flowing silhouettes, and intricate embroidery. Ovi was sound asleep in the private room at the back, and the peace and quiet gave me the perfect opportunity to focus on my work.

The boutique had been my safe haven, my escape from all the chaos that life had thrown at me. Ever since I started it, I felt like I had finally found a purpose outside of being a mother. It wasn’t just about making ends meet; it was about creating something beautiful, something that made me proud.

As I continued to sketch, the sound of a car engine purring outside caught my attention. I glanced through the window and saw a sleek, black luxury car stopping right in front of the boutique. The car itself was a sight to behold—graceful, elegant, and clearly expensive. It made me wonder who could possibly be visiting my little shop in such style.

A tall man, dressed in a crisp black suit, stepped out of the car. His demeanor was calm yet confident, and I could tell from his appearance that he worked for someone important. He walked with purpose toward the boutique, and before I could even greet him, he was already inside.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," he said, his voice deep but polite. "I hope I'm not disturbing you?"

I quickly stood up, smoothing out my dress. "No, not at all. How can I help you?"

The man gave me a polite smile. "I'm here on behalf of my boss. He has an order for designer clothes, and your boutique was recommended. We're in need of three custom pairs for his sister’s birthday—one for his mother, one for his sister, and one for his grandmother."

I blinked in surprise. This was exactly the kind of order I had been hoping for. My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my excitement in check. "That sounds like a wonderful opportunity! I would be honored to work on it. Do you have any specific designs in mind?"

The man nodded, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket. "We would like something traditional, but with a modern touch. Elegant, but not too flashy. And there’s one more thing—we'll also need one pair for my boss."

"For your boss?" I repeated, a little surprised. It wasn’t every day that someone ordered custom clothes for a man. "Do you have any details about what he might prefer?"

"Yes," the man replied. "He prefers darker tones, something subtle and sophisticated. I’m sure you’ll know exactly what to do."

I quickly jotted down notes, my mind already racing with ideas for the designs. This was no small order, and from the way this man carried himself, I knew that his boss must be someone with influence and wealth. The kind of client who could help my boutique gain recognition if I did the job right.

"I’ll need to take the measurements for each person," I said, trying to stay professional despite my growing excitement. "When would be a good time to do that?"

The man handed me a small card with an address written on it. "You can come to my boss's residence tomorrow afternoon. It would be best if you meet with the family and take the measurements in person."

I glanced at the card, noting the prestigious neighborhood. It was in one of the wealthiest parts of the city. This really was a golden opportunity.

"Thank you," I said, doing my best to keep my voice steady. "I’ll be there tomorrow. I promise to give my best work."

The man nodded once more. "We trust you will. My boss values quality above all else. I’ll see you tomorrow, then."

With that, he gave a polite nod and turned to leave. I watched as he walked back to the luxury car, his footsteps silent but purposeful. The car engine roared to life and slowly drove away, leaving me standing at the boutique entrance, clutching the card in my hand.

As the excitement bubbled inside me, I let out a small breath. This is it, I thought. This could be the break I've been waiting for.

I hurried back to my desk, unable to contain the smile that spread across my face. This order wasn’t just big—it was a game-changer. If everything went well, this could bring in more clients, more recognition, and more stability for Ovi and me.

I glanced at the private room where Ovi was still sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of how much this could change our lives.

Sitting back down, I started brainstorming designs, thinking about the kind of materials I would use, the colors, and the patterns that would match the sophistication the man had described. My hands worked quickly, sketching out the first rough ideas. I could already feel the creativity flowing as I envisioned the elegant outfits.

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