It didn’t take long before Athaliah was back on stage, standing in front of the massive screen that displayed the software she was launching. At first the auditorium filled with confused looks. Then curiosity slowly took over as she asked everyone to download the app.
She walked them through the different designs and body types, showing clients how simple it was to picture the finished piece before a single stitch was sewn.
They could now see exactly how an outfit would sit on a body type close to their own, turning the whole ordering process into something far more personal and convenient.
Cheers rolled through the room.
By the time the show wrapped up, orders were already flooding in. That kept Athaliah busy right away because the app still didn’t have prices attached to every design.
Couture pieces depended so heavily on each client’s measurements, fabric choices, and special requests that fixed prices simply weren’t possible yet.
In time she would figure out a better system and have Seraphine upgrade the app again. For now, she stayed focused on generating invoices through the app exactly the way Seraphine had built it.
Corvine and Zane had been the ones who first built the app around Athaliah’s needs, but after only a short time with it, Seraphine had found the code so clean and logical that taking over felt almost effortless.
When everything finally settled, Seraphine caught herself feeling strangely grateful for the miserable years of her first marriage.
If she hadn’t spent so long trying to survive Ravyn’s coldness without losing her mind, she might never have thrown herself into hacking and software development.
Now every scrap of knowledge she had forced herself to learn was proving useful. Maybe those dark stretches hadn’t been completely wasted after all.
Bryan and Esperanza were with Voren and Jasmine, still buzzing with excitement after changing back into regular clothes.
"Daddy, can we do this again? It was so much fun!"
Voren laughed and pulled both of them against his chest, holding them close while they sat among the audience. With cheers and conversations still echoing through the auditorium they had to speak up just to hear each other.
"That depends," he answered, a smile in his voice.
He was already relying on Elodie to translate anything interesting that came across the speakers, but what caught his attention most was the stream of messages lighting up Elodie’s phone.
"The models are calling me to pass word to Liah. They’re ready to work with her now." Elodie looked genuinely impressed. "You and your family did an incredible job out there."
He kept going. "Agencies are already asking to book your wife, the redhead, and the kids... but they’re all calling your wife Coco."
Elodie carefully left out the part where a few agencies had also asked about Voren. He understood perfectly that the only person on earth who could ever talk Voren into something like that was his wife.
Voren showed zero interest in commenting. "Your boss is the right person to handle all of that."
Elodie had no idea they were werewolves with an entire pack waiting for them back home. Only Athaliah knew the truth, which was why Voren trusted she would know exactly how to answer her assistant.
"I know she won’t give them the chance." Elodie spoke with complete certainty before dropping his eyes to another flood of messages. "I’m getting complaints from other customers that I’m only giving you attention. How am I supposed to tell them you’re my biggest client?"
Thanks to Voren, Elodie had become someone important in his field. Voren was the only client who never asked for discounts and often paid extra without a word of complaint.
More than once, he had flown all the way to France just to have outfits designed exclusively for himself. That was why Elodie never let anyone else touch Voren’s orders, not even his own boss.
Now that the wife of his biggest client was also a close friend of Athaliah’s, Elodie wanted to work even harder to keep those orders flowing straight through him. The commissions alone were enormous.

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