CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY NINE – GOOD OR BAD INTENTIONS

The air crackled with nervous anticipation as Karina meticulously zipped up her dress. It wasn't the daring Fenrir style she usually sported, but a more understated, elegant piece – a calculated move for Mr. Diaz's social gathering. John, leaning against the doorway, watched her with a smile. "You look stunning," he said, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. Karina turned, her reflection meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Thank you," she said, a hint of self-consciousness creeping in. "It doesn't exactly scream Fenrir, but hopefully, it sends the right message." John chuckled. "Confidence is the best accessory, and you've got that in spades. Remember, you're not just there to impress; you're there to tell your story." Karina nodded, taking a deep breath. "Right. Story time." She practiced her elevator pitch in front of the mirror, her voice firm and clear. "Fenrir is more than a clothing brand; it's a movement empowering women through bold fashion and sustainable practices. We'r