#Chapter 143: The Aftermath

Tessa

I sat at one of the communal workstations in the design department, my fingers mechanically working the fabric as I remade the dress. The old one had been torn beyond repair, Vivienne’s claws having shredded both the material and my pride in one fell swoop.

But maybe I could at least try to rebuild something beautiful from the ruins.

My shoulders ached from hunching over the table since dawn