AMS was a high-end fashion house, and this batch of custom pocket watches for their VIP clients could be the key that finally opened the market for Niamh's own brand, Nocturne Royal Jewels.
Niamh treated this opportunity with the utmost seriousness. Through Peter's connections, she managed to reach FY, the secretive atelier behind the Grand Piano Collection's intricate settings.
Just as AMS approved the samples Niamh submitted, Peter brought even more good news—
The organizers of the Luminous Divas Fashion Week were launching the inaugural Nova Jewelry Design Awards next month. The winner would earn a coveted spot at Luminous Divas Fashion Week.
Peter didn't even bother to ask for Niamh's opinion—he went ahead and entered her name.
With endorsements from some of the world's top ten jewelry brands, Niamh's application bypassed the open auditions and landed her straight in the preliminary round.
Niamh was so grateful over the phone, she nearly showered Peter with thanks, promising him a celebratory dinner once things settled.
It was only a spot in the preliminaries, but Niamh was over the moon, as if she'd already won the grand prize.
Unfortunately, her good mood didn't last long.
Niamh's studio wasn't exactly bustling—just a small team.
Aside from Quentin, the other two employees were Sophia and Natalie.
They usually worked in a relaxed, cheerful atmosphere, laughing and chatting as they collaborated.
But just moments ago, the place had fallen into an uncanny silence.
Niamh never imagined, not in a million years, that Jonathan would show up at her office.
He arrived alone—no Prescott, no Marina in tow.
The last time Niamh had seen Jonathan was at Seabreeze Villa, after they'd slept together and she'd tossed him two hundred bucks as "payment."
Since then, neither had reached out to the other.
She'd started to wonder if she'd bruised Jonathan's ego—or maybe even pissed him off—with that little stunt.
Quentin, Sophia, and Natalie had no idea Niamh and Jonathan were actually married.
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