Chapter 16

Winter in Dunmoor came in swift and merciless waves. Juliet exhaled softly, fogging up a small patch of the glass window. Then, she absentmindedly traced random lines with her fingertip. The table next to her was buried under piles of sketches and drafts. As the fog slowly faded, she turned to look back at the sketch of an incomplete butterfly. She twirled a pencil between her fingers before pressing it hard against the paper to draw a long, dark streak. "Julo, Chanel just placed an order for every prototype of your 'Broken Wings' collection!" Juliet's mentor, Marilyn Vivienne, barged into the studio with windblown hair and raised a glass of champagne. But she stopped short when she saw the floor littered with crumpled sketches. "Oh, this is something to celebrate, sweetheart! You should be standing under the spotlight or at a lively party, not holed up here." Marilyn set the champagne aside and carefully stepped over the crumpled paper balls. Juliet didn't seem to hear her. In