She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 30

After changing into a sleek pantsuit and grabbing a fresh Americano, she headed straight to the studio with her bag in hand.

The weather had been exceptionally mild lately, and the warm morning sun felt incredible on her skin.

When she walked into the studio, she found her staff huddled in a tight circle, whispering anxiously.

"What's going on?"

Shera peered through the gap between them. Resting on the center table was an elegant box, left half-open to reveal a neatly folded sheath dress inside.

She recognized it instantly. It was the piece Mr. Winston had custom-ordered for his wife back at the Hayes family estate.

"Was this returned?"

Seeing Shera, the staff quickly stepped back to give her space.

She picked up the dress and inspected it carefully, but couldn't immediately spot any glaring flaws.

"What's wrong with it?"

Zena, her assistant, looked absolutely miserable. "It's the embroidery. The client explicitly requested double-sided embroidery, but the dress is only single-sided."

Shera didn't say a word. She lifted the garment out of the box and checked the interior lining.

Single-sided.

Her stomach dropped. "Where's the contract?"

Zena quickly handed over the prepared document. It was right there in black and white: Full embroidery, double-sided, plum blossom pattern.

"Who was overseeing this order?"

Zena hesitated, looking like a child caught stealing candy. "I was. But I swear I specifically reminded the embroiderers. I have no idea why..."

Shera shot her a look but didn't push the blame onto her.

The studio had only just gotten off the ground, and they were drowning in back-to-back orders. Mistakes were bound to happen.

Blowing up at her wouldn't fix the dress. Figuring out a way to minimize the damage was the priority.

"But this is an Evegrace piece. How could it *not* have anything to do with Evegrace?"

Hearing that, Zena finally broke, her tears spilling over and hitting the floor. "Then what do we do?! There's no way we can fix it in time. I should just resign. You can tell them I stole the dress!"

Shera actually let out a genuine laugh at the sheer absurdity of the offer. She walked over, pulled a few tissues from the box, and handed them to Zena, her eyes entirely devoid of anger.

"It's really not that serious. We haven't reached the point of framing you for grand larceny."

She gently placed a hand on the younger girl's shoulder, her tone incredibly soothing. "I know you didn't do it on purpose. We've been swamped, and the order volume has been insane. Mistakes happen. This one had a similar color and pattern to another piece, so it's completely understandable that you got them mixed up."

Zena was fresh out of college. Despite her age, she was incredibly sharp, efficient, and had a great knack for handling clients.

From the moment Shera had decided to revive Evegrace, Zena had been right there in the trenches with her.

Scouting locations, scrubbing floors, hauling equipment, running errands across town—she had done the work of three people. Shera had seen every ounce of her hustle and dedication.

She spoke softly, "I know you didn't mean to. Who hasn't screwed up when they first started out? God knows I made plenty of mistakes in the beginning. Just be more careful next time."

"Shera!" The comfort only made Zena sob even harder.