Capitolo 1: The Marriage ContractCapitolo 1: Il Contratto Matrimoniale

[Aurelle Atelier] "Fuckin’ hell, my feet are literally dead," Camilla muttered under her breath, her voice tired from working all day. It was almost 9:00 PM, and she had been running around on the hard floors since seven in the morning. She stopped under the hallway lights and wiped sweat off her forehead, trying hard not to just collapse from exhaustion. Even though she was completely worn out, Camilla still looked like a model. Her green thrift dress fit her perfectly, cinched at the waist with a thick leather belt. She didn't have much money, but she always knew how to put an outfit together. It brought out her almond eyes and sharp features. She held a heavy stack of leather folders while walking through the big, confusing hallways of Aurelle Atelier, the top fashion house in the country. Her boss, senior designer Brielle Frost, was a stressed-out perfectionist, which made her work life a nightmare. But she sucked it up. Becoming a big-name designer wasn't just a dream for her, it was something she was going to make happen no matter what. Seeing the coffee machine against the glass wall felt like a total lifesaver. Camilla quickly put a cup under it and pressed the button, watching the dark coffee pour out. The machine beeped when it was full. Camilla wrapped her cold hands around the warm cup and raised it to her lips, desperate for a sip. She was a millimeter away from taking a drink when her phone buzzed loudly against her chest. She checked the screen. BRIELLE FROST. "Camilla! Where the fuck are those silk samples?!" Brielle yelled into the phone before she could even say hello. "Get your ass into the main fitting room right now, or you’re fucking fired!" Click. Camilla let out an…