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her pencil and starting sketching again, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. The words of enc

She experimented with different styles and patterns, trying to

, there was a knock on the studio door. It was one of her

," he said hesitantly. "T

ustration that threatened to overwhelm her. "Alright

rk around this issue. They discussed alternative suppliers and even cons

he knew that running a business was never smooth sailing - t

refining designs and planning strategies for Sparkle Rose. The studio, usually bustli

lefield. It was here that she fought every day to keep Sparkle Rose alive.

off the lights and left the studio. Tomorrow was

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glow of the setting sun. She took a moment to breathe in the cool

blurred past her as she navigated through the familiar streets.

sketchbook. Even though she had left the studio, her work never really ended. She ske

nd poured herself a glass of wine. As she sat on her couch, sipping w

a bit more relaxed, her phone b

eck-in. How are you doi

back a reply. "Surviving.

Maya's quick reply. "Remem

. Maya's words echoed in her mind - "You've got this

and planning for Sparkle Rose. When she fi

ind she knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges. But n

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ns and fabrics filled her mind. Even in sleep

usual, ready to face whatever challenges came her way. After a quick brea

d over the past few days - Ethan's unexpected proposition, Victor's threats, and May

in the morning, discussing their plan of action for the day. They had a lot on their plate - dealin

ce - reviewing designs, negotiating with suppliers over calls, even

ckled each problem with determination and creativity - finding new suppliers for their f

finalizing designs for their new collection. The studio had become like a second home to her

't help but feel a sense of accomplishment despite all odds. She knew they still h

re, Lila knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead on this journey of reviving Sp