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    The depth of her pain when she waspelled to leave was unknown to others, as were the countless nights she dreamt of sprinting through lush, green forests.

    She had once been unstoppable—a fighter who met every challenge head-on and emerged stronger. Admitting defeat had never been an option.

    Yet standing alone had be her newest battle.

    “Do you believe in me?” Corrine asked, her voice quiet but firm, her eyes holding a light that did not flicker.

    Caught off guard, Kinsley simply nodded in affirmation.

    Corrine reached out and took her hand. “I’ll figure something out.”

    Despite this assurance, the day still came when Kinsley left.

    On the day of her departure, Corrine made the trip to the airport to see her off.

    Wrapped in a warm embrace, Kinsley assured her, “I’ll return to visit.” Corrine simply nodded.

    She did not question why Kinsley feltpelled to leave; she understood there was a significant reason behind her resolve. “Stay safe, and don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything,” Corrine told her, offering aforting pat on the back.

    Kinsley nodded, then turned toward the gate with the help of an airport attendant.

    Corrine watched until the aircraft was just a speck in the sky before turning to leave.

    With Vulture and others having already departed, and now Kinsley gone, Corrine felt a return to a quieter life, as if the turbulent past had decisively separated from her present. However, a lingering emptiness tugged at her soul—a void reminiscent of lost belonging, impossible to ignore.

    Corrine let out a long breath to steady her rising emotions and made her way to the parking lot.

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    Once inside her car, her phone rang. It was Karina with unexpected news: ast-minute request for a wedding dress design, and the client insisted on Corrine’s personal touch.

    Corrine was already nning to head back to the city center and would pass near the studio, so she agreed without hesitation. “Alright. I’ll stop by.”

    But then Karina added, “The client prefers not toe to the studio.”

    They’re requesting we meet them on-site.”

    Corrine’s brow creased. “On-site?”

    As a designer, she valued her professional boundaries and typically didn’t make house calls. Agreeing to take the job was already generous enough.

    “The client reached out over email. She’s not in Lyhaton but in Rivenvreille,” Karina exined, anticipating Corrine’s hesitation. “There’s a fashion show happening in Rivenvreille by a designer I really admire. I thought we could catch the show and then meet the client. It could work out perfectly.”

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