Diara stood outside her shop, gazing at the bold, shining letters that read Everbloom Atelier Fashion House. The name gleamed proudly against the pristine glass exterior, a testament to her hard work and determination.
She didn't know why she came up with that name but she knew it was a name that had been engraved on the back of her mind.
Her chest swelled with pride and emotion as she took it all in. This was her dream brought to life. She ran her fingers gently over the edge of the door frame before stepping inside.
The interior was everything she had envisioned, a blend of elegance and functionality. The spacious room was illuminated by soft, warm lighting that highlighted every corner of her carefully designed space.
At the center stood a large, sturdy table, polished to perfection. It was her creative hub, ready for fabric cutting, sketching, and impromptu team meetings.
