Inside was a navy dress—classic cut, heavy fabric, elegant in a quiet, dignified way. Old, yes. But it carried pride.
When Jasmine tried it on in the cracked bathroom mirror, she didn’t see the poor girl counting coins for bread. She saw a strong woman. She saw Rose’s daughter.
That night, Jasmine barely slept. She stared at the ceiling rehearsing answers, imagining scenarios. She had no idea her life was about to turn completely around—or that the man quietly pulling the strings wasn’t just looking for an employee. Without realizing it, he was searching for someone who could restore his faith in humanity.
At dawn, Jasmine smoothed the dress, lifted her chin, and walked out to meet her fate. The sky was clear now, but a storm of emotion churned inside her—one that was about to collide with Ethan Caldwell’s unshakable calm.
A meeting was coming—one that would defy odds and rewrite the rules of their two opposite worlds.