The golden thread

antly on the bedside table. Groggy, she grabbed it and blinked at the screen

agram account. Overnight, her follower count had

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s like it was pain

is it! What a

line wearing the golden-threaded gown at a high-profile gala. The dress hugged her figur

rs had started about how different Celine looked-how vulnerabl

into the small space, demanding consultations, fittings, anything to wear one o

ssed woman who introduced herself as Rebecca Voss, editor-in-chief of Metrop

ly process the sudden attention,

ollapsed into her workbench chair. The golden thread sat

her mind. Could it really be magic? She dismissed the

d to herself, though her fingers i