Now. They stood on the edge of something bigger. Their first launch. The studio buzzed with life. Final fittings. Last-minute adjustments. Models walking carefully between racks of clothing that shimmered with identity and intention.
Excitement. Nervous energy. Hope. Amara stood in the middle of it all, one hand resting instinctively on her belly.
Breathing it in. Every moment. Every sacrifice. Every sleepless night. From across the room. Julian watched her. Just like he always did.
From a distance. Pride was written in the quiet way his eyes softened when they landed on her. He wished he could do more. Be more. Take the weight off her shoulders completely.
But he understood something now. This… This was hers. So he stayed where she needed him to be. Not in front. Not in control. But always. Right there.
