Chapter 15
Chapter 15:
It had only been on the scene for a couple of years, but it exploded in the fashion world after its debut at an international show, winning over celebrities, heiresses, and anyone with enough wealth to chase prestige.
Wront’s elite never missed a season — every time MCN dropped a new collection, they scrambled to place preorders, often shelling out ridiculous sums just to snag a piece.
Owning the newest MCN piece became a badge of honor.
And the most coveted design of all had come from Eileen Vaughn — the elusive genius behind the brand. What no one knew was that Eileen Vaughn was Maia herself.
That particular piece had swept up every major fashion award during its debut year. Ever since its release, the collection vanished from shelves as fast as it appeared. Its scarcity only made it more desirable.
To her surprise, displayed in the front window of Huntington Mall’s MCN boutique was the very creation she had poured her heart into — her signature design, the “Blue Sea p>
Chris noticed the way she stared at the display and leaned in. “You like it? Why not go in and give it a try p>
With its delicate diamonds and cool sky-blue hue, the dress echoed Maia’s elegance almost too perfectly.
Temptation stirred inside her. It was, after all, her own work — a design that she had crafted but never worn.
It was the price that gave her pause. The Blue Sea was never meant to be affordable. It was designed to be elite.
While money wasn’t exactly a concern, dropping a fortune on her first shopping trip with Chris didn’t sit quite right with her.
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She turned to leave. But just then, a cheerful voice chimed from the boutique entrance. “Come on in and take a look if it caught your eye, miss. No pressure to buy — we’re running a fitting event right now and scouting for models across the country! With a figure like yours, you could end up as MCN’s exclusive fitting model p>
She remembered the campaign well. Pattie Miller, her closest friend and the other half of MCN’s founding team, had told her about it.
Maia served as the head designer, Eileen behind the scenes, while Pattie acted as the public face of MCN, regularly appearing in fashion news and magazines, busy but happy.
“I think that dress would look amazing on you,” Chris said, his smile easy as his gaze met hers. “Why not go try it on p>
Without another word, Maia stepped into the store alongside him. Just then, Chris’ phone began to ring.
A quick look at the caller ID made his brows knit together. Turning to Maia, he said, “Give me a moment. I need to take this call. I’ll be right back p>
Maia offered a slight nod, and he stepped outside. Left alone, she let her eyes wander over the displays.
Though MCN’s collection wasn’t large, every single piece radiated precision and thoughtfulness.
Going through them one by one, Maia felt a quiet wave of satisfaction build inside her. Her sketches had come to life, one by one. But out of them all, the Blue Sea still captured her heart the most.
Her gaze naturally shifted back to it, and she pointed at it. “Would it be alright if I tried that one on p>
Before she could get a response, a sharp female voice rang out from behind. “Well, if it isn’t the Morgan family’s little fraud. Spent four years in prison, and now she wants to play dress-up in a luxury boutique p>
Maia’s hand froze in midair.