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Chapter 167: The Design Process

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-02-04 00:24:17

The studio in the AVA flagship was no longer a battleground. It was a laboratory.

It was a Tuesday morning, three weeks into the "Alliance" project. The honeymoon phase of the European press tour was over, and the reality of the work had settled in. The glamour of the TGV rides and the "normal" picnics had been replaced by the relentless, grinding pressure of a global launch deadline.

Aurora stood at her cutting table, a bolt of silver-gray silk—a shade she called "Fog"—draped over her arm.

"It
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