In Love: Against All Odds

We Fought for This. And Now It's Ours

Make You Feel My Love – Adele 🌊💖
"I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love..."

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One year.

Three hundred and sixty-five days since the chaos, since the sleepless nights, the pain, the heartbreak.

And somehow, through all of it—through every argument, every battle, every tear—Patrick and I had made it to the other side.

Together.

Life had finally settled into something we could call our own. Patrick had taken over his dad's textile business and turned it into something massive. Like, next-level success vibes. The dude was out here making waves, expanding the company, bringing in fresh ideas, and—get this—his brand was getting major attention in the fashion industry.

Which worked out perfectly for me and Adri.

Because we were about to build our own fashion empire.

Adri and I had spent months—no, years—dreaming about this moment. We had always wanted to create something of our own, something bold, something that mattered.

And now?

We were finally making it happen.

AMISOVA.

That was the name of our brand—the fusion of ambition, innovation, and savoir-faire. It was sleek. It was powerful. It was us.

Our team supported us—Theo, Flynn, Natalie. We had everything we needed.

Patrick, of course, wasn't just cheering us on from the sidelines—he was in. Fully.

He had officially partnered with AMISOVA, backing us not just financially but as a key business strategist. His expertise in textiles? His connections? His insane ability to negotiate? Priceless.

But we weren't there yet.

We had the talent. The vision. The designs.

What we didn't have?

Sponsors. Investors. Money.

Adri had been working non-stop to lock down investors, setting up meetings, pitching to big names, making sure we secured the funding we needed to actually launch.

And until we did?

We were stuck in limbo.

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Fast forward to now.

New York City.

A skyline painted in gold as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air crisp with the promise of something new.

Patrick had told me we had some "business thing" to attend—some networking event or gala, which honestly wasn't weird because that was kind of our life now. I hadn't thought much about it when he told me to dress fancy.

So I did.

Black satin dress with heels that screamed confidence. My hair in soft waves, makeup effortlessly chic. Patrick? He was in a black suit, no tie, looking like every romantic movie lead ever.

We arrived at this rooftop venue overlooking the entire city. String lights twinkled above us, candles flickered along the edge, and the soft hum of a violin played somewhere in the background.