Threads of Ambition

#C13: Awaiting the Unknown

"A suit tailored with perfection, yet its maker remains a mystery"

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The evening was tranquil, the kind of stillness that lets thoughts amplify. The suit still hung in its place of honour, carefully stored in a garment bag. It had been pristine and untouched since the day I tried it on, yet its presence felt larger than life. It wasn't just a suit—it was a statement, a testament to the skill of someone I had yet to meet.

Livia Rook

Her name now stood on the guest list, as carefully handwritten as the other distinguished names. She had accepted the invitation, and Richard had confirmed her arrival. The mere thought of meeting her—this enigmatic designer—created an undercurrent of anticipation I hadn't felt in a long time.

I leaned back in my leather chair, the soft glow of my desk lamp highlighting the faint patterns on the surface of my work. The room, lined with bookshelves and mementoes, offered little distraction tonight. My thoughts were consumed by the mystery of this woman.

Richard had refused to share details, brushing off my curiosity with a polite, "You'll meet her soon enough." It was infuriating. How could someone craft a suit so perfectly tailored to my style and identity without ever meeting me?

I pulled out my phone and opened the guest list, scrolling through the names. Her name stood out among them, unfamiliar and unassuming: Livia Rook. She didn't belong to the usual circles of designers I encountered or the high-profile elite I regularly dealt with.

Who was she?

A knock on the door drew my attention, followed by Sofia stepping in, her expression a blend of amusement and mischief. "Still staring at that list?"

I slid my phone face down on the desk, leaning back. "Just reviewing the guest details. Important task, don't you think?"

"Sure, sure," she replied, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. "But let's not pretend you're not obsessing over one name in particular."

I gave her a half-smile. "It's called due diligence, Sofia. You might try it sometime."

"Oh, I do," she shot back, grinning. "I also know how to read between the lines. Don't worry, bro. I'm sure your mystery designer will show up, and maybe you can stop brooding over a suit."

"It's not brooding," I corrected, though her words held some truth. "It's an appreciation for exceptional work."

She rolled her eyes, stepping into the room fully. "Right. Just try not to scare her off when you meet her. You're not exactly known for being... approachable."

I arched an eyebrow. "Is this advice or a warning?"

"Both," she replied with a smirk. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your brooding—sorry—'appreciation.' Don't stay up too late."

With that, she sauntered out, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.

I turned my chair toward the suit. It was impeccable in every sense of the word, from the fabric to the stitching to the way it felt when I wore it. This wasn't just about the garment itself—it was about the mind behind it, the creativity, the precision, the ability to capture someone's essence without ever meeting them.

Sofia's words echoed in my mind. "Try not to scare her off." I smirked to myself. I wasn't exactly known for being warm, but this was different. This was a rare moment where my curiosity outweighed my usual indifference.

The event couldn't come soon enough.

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