I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 55

In the end, Myron decided to trust me. He took me to the design studio, where the damaged dress was displayed on a mannequin in the center of the room. I walked over, my fingers tracing the fabric. The damage was mostly confined to the lower part of the skirt and the back. It wasn't that difficult to salvage.

I picked up a pair of scissors and decisively cut away all the damaged sections. The assistant and the executives gasped in disbelief.

"Ms. Jones, that fabric is incredibly expensive! You—you just cut it?"

"Exactly! Does she even know what she's doing? Only the boss would trust her. She said it could be saved, but I think she just completely ruined it."

Only the assistant defended me. "Well, the dress was already ruined. Might as well see what she can do."

Myron remained silent, his brow furrowed. I ignored their chatter and worked quickly, altering the dress with swift, sure movements. After a flurry of activity, the dress was transformed. I looked at Myron and smiled. "There. Take a look."

The next second, the assistant's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, Ms. Jones, you're amazing! After your alterations, this dress is absolutely stunning!"

She wasn't the only one. Everyone in the room was staring at the dress, speechless. Myron examined it from every angle, his expression a mixture of awe and admiration. He looked like he was about to run over and hug me. "I knew you were a top-tier jewelry designer, but I had no idea you were also a master of fashion design! You just saved my life!"

I had studied it in college, after all. I smiled at him. "Alright, stop being so dramatic. There's still time. Get the dress to the show."

"Oh, and take my necklace with you," I said, unclasping the chain from my neck. "It will go perfectly with your main dress." It was another piece I had designed myself, also from the ONEIRA collection. The butterfly-shaped diamond shimmered, a perfect complement to the radiant gown.

Myron was baffled. "Do you have any idea how many people have been looking for Somania all these years? With your return, I could create so much buzz for you. You'd be an overnight sensation…"

"That's enough," I cut him off, my tone firm. "I am changing the name. If you're not okay with that, I'll leave right now." I started to walk away, but Myron quickly grabbed my arm, conceding. "Fine, fine. Your name, your choice." Then he muttered under his breath, "But if you change your name, he'll never be able to find you…"

I didn't quite catch his words and didn't care enough to ask. The main reason I wanted to change my professional name was because of Horace. Somania was something we had created together; it shouldn't belong to me alone.

Myron told me to think of a new name, then turned on a live stream of the fashion show, chattering excitedly in my ear. I rolled my eyes. I never knew Myron could be so loud. How on earth did a quiet, reserved person like Steven become best friends with him?

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