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Natalia's lips part in shock, and I see tears forming in her eyes. "You… you did this for me?"

I nod, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. "You deserve it. A talent like yours is meant to be shared"

She takes a tentative step toward the door, then looks back at me. "Can we…?"

"Of course," I say, fishing the keys from my pocket. As I unlock the door, I feel a surge of protectiveness. I'd move mountains for this woman, create empires just to see her smile.

Natalia steps inside, and I watch as wonder spreads across her features as she takes in the size of the place, the ceilings, and the fixtures.

"Denis, this is… it's incredible," she breathes, turning to face me. The look in her eyes makes my chest tighten. "I've never had anyone do something this grand for me before."

I cross the room to her, cupping her face in my hands. "It’s the least I could do," I murmur.

She leans into my touch, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she whispers. "For seeing me. Really seeing me."

In that moment, as I hold her gaze, I know I've finally found happiness.

Chapter 17 - Natalia

I hum a cheerful tune as I flit around my boutique, straightening hangers and smoothing wrinkles from rows of silk blouses. My fingers linger on the delicate fabric as I walk down memory lane. Who would have thought my little dream could grow into this thriving business?

"Thanks, Denis," I murmur, a smile tugging at my lips as I think of his unwavering support. Without him, this would have remained just that—a dream.

The bell above the door chimes, snapping me from my daydreams. A group of giggling women spills into the shop, their excited chatter filling the air like bubbles in champagne.

"Welcome, ladies!" I call out, my natural cheerfulness amplified by their infectious energy. "Let me know if you need any help!"

As I move to greet them, more customers flow in, transforming my quaint boutique into a bustling hive of activity. The air buzzes with conversation, punctuated by delighted gasps as shoppers discover hidden gems among the racks.

"Oh my God, Lena, this would look amazing on you!" one woman squeals, holding up an emerald green dress.

I grin, drinking in the vibrant atmosphere. This is what I've always wanted—a place where people feel beautiful and confident.

"Excuse me," a soft voice interrupts my thoughts. "Could you help me find something in a size 14?"

"Of course!" I respond eagerly, leading the shy-looking woman toward a section of the store. "I have some gorgeous pieces that would flatter your curves beautifully."

As I help her, my mind wanders to Denis again. I wonder what he'd think of all this excitement—he’d probably pretend to be annoyed while secretly being proud, I muse with a smile on my face.

The day whirls by in a kaleidoscope of colors, fabrics, and smiling faces. Each sale, each satisfied customer, feels like a personal victory. This is more than just a store—it's my dream come to life, and I'm living it every single day.

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One slow weekday morning, the bell above the door chimes, and I glance up instinctively. My breath catches in my throat. A man has just entered, and he's not like my usual customers. Tall, impeccably dressed, with an air of confidence that seems to command the very space around him. His blue eyes scan the store before landing on me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine from how he stares.

I'm not sure if it's curiosity or wariness that makes my heart beat a little faster as he strides toward me. I’m all alone in the store, and he seems intimidating. I plaster on my best professional smile, trying to ignore the way his intense gaze doesn’t stray from mine.

"Welcome to Natalia's Boutique," I chirp, hoping that my voice doesn't betray my nerves. "Is there anything I can help you with today?"

He smiles then, all charm and perfect teeth. "Actually, yes. I'm looking for something… unique. I hear you specialize in custom outfits?"

"That's right," I nod, slipping into my element. “I design and create bespoke pieces for clients who want something truly one-of-a-kind."

“Excellent,” he comments, walking behind me. I turn to see if he’s following only to find him staring right at me, rather than looking around.

It’s unnerving, to say the least.

As I lead him toward my design area, showcasing some of my recent creations, I find myself shocked when he instantly places an order for four suits. Within minutes, I can’t shake off an odd feeling. His questions are spot-on, showing genuine interest, but there's something… off. Like he's trying too hard to be charming.

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