Chapter 4 Truths in stitches

Over the next few weeks, Mandy worked tirelessly, incorporating the golden thread into a series of custom pieces for her growing clientele. Each garment was a triumph, bringing her not only acclaim but also something she hadn't expected: a glimpse into her clients' true selves.

One evening, she created a tailored suit for a powerful tech mogul. When he tried it on, the normally brash and arrogant man fell silent, staring at his reflection.

"It's perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But I... I don't look like I thought I would."

"What do you mean?" Mandy asked.

He hesitated, then gestured to the suit. "This feels like me. But not the me I've shown the world. It's like it's stripped away the armor I've been wearing for years."

Mandy didn't know how to respond, but the look in his eyes lingered long after he left.

As more clients came through her doors, each one left transformed in some way not just by the beauty of her designs, but by the truths the garments revealed. Some were humbled, others emboldened. A few were even terrified.

And then came Dante Valros. The most fearless and mischievous man in the country side