Chapter 207

The front row at the Milan Fashion Week was a battlefield, a warzone of catty whispers, flashing cameras, and socialites vying for the best photo ops. But Elodie was unfazed. Her eyes were laser-focused on the runway, not the drama in the front row. For her, tonight wasn’t just about the clothes, it was about the jewels. ‘Emerald and onyx on that last model? Bold choice,’ she murmured beside Ari, her voice barely a whisper above the thrumming music. He nodded. Elodie tilted her head, considering. ‘Definitely statement earrings. But the emerald looked a tad… yellow under those harsh lights. Needs a cooler tone to really pop against her dark skin.’ The rest of the show was a whirlwind of vibrant colours, flowing fabrics, and enough ruffles to make a Victorian fainting couch blush. Elodie dissected each outfit with surgical precision, analyzing the cuts, the fabrics, and most importantly for her, the way the jewellery interacted with the entire ensemble. Ari, not a stranger to these shows