Chapter 37 : Fireworks and Magic Dust

*Natasha's POV*

The soft morning light filters through the white curtains, casting a warm glow over my studio. Swatches of vibrant fabric drape over tables and chairs, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that reflect my vision for the upcoming fashion show. I'm surrounded by sketches pinned to every available surface, serving as blueprints for what I hope will be my greatest triumph.

Yet my mind goes back to what I saw in New York; dad holding Lexie made my vision blur for a moment, and maybe I did not know how to react, but as I am processing it all, my stomach is twisted. My dad, and Lexie. It doesn’t make sense. How? At what time? When did it all happen?

‘Come on, Tasha, focus, we have a show to run,’ I tell myself and force myself to focus my attention into the task at hand.