One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 66: Chapter 66
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Lily twirled in the middle of the living room, her makeshift gown sweeping the floor—a concoction of curtain scraps, ribbons from bakery boxes, and a string of Christmas lights wrapped artfully around her waist.
Arielle nearly dropped her coffee.
"Is this... safe?" she asked cautiously.
Lily struck a pose. “It’s avant-garde, Mommy.”
Damien chuckled from the couch. “She’s been watching design shows again.”
But beneath the laughter, Arielle felt something stir—something proud and stunned. Her daughter wasn’t just playing dress-up. There was structure in the seams, intention in the chaos.
By the end of the week, Lily had sewn three more pieces. All from upcycled clothes Damien had already retired—thankfully without knowing.
“She has vision,” Arielle said to Damien late one night. “Like real vision.”
He nodded, then reached into his tablet and pulled up something. “Look what came in her school email.”
A poster for the “Little Luminaries Runway Gala – A Showcase of Child Designers.”
“You think she’s ready?” Arielle asked.
“I think she already knows she is.”
The next few days were a blur of fabric shops, sketchbooks, and glitter explosions. The dining room became her studio. Even Noah helped—mostly with music to set the mood.
Arielle stood back one morning as Lily fitted a sleeve onto her friend’s shoulder.
“She’s orchestrating like I do dough,” she whispered.
Damien rested a hand on her back. “It’s in her bones.”
The night of the event arrived. The venue glittered with chandeliers and whispered tension.
Lily’s models—four girls from her school—lined up behind the curtain, dressed in soft pastels, tulle bows, and inventive capes.
Lily peeked at Arielle. “Do you think they’ll laugh?”
Arielle knelt. “They might. But when they’re done laughing, they’ll be stunned. Because no one else made what you made.”
Lily took a breath.
Then the music started.
And the lights hit.
Lily’s collection was met with stunned applause.
She curtsied. Her cheeks pink. Her hands trembling.
After the show, a woman with silver hair approached them.
“You must be the mother,” she said to Arielle.
“I am.”
“I’m Scout Delphine. I run the Youth Fashion Collective. Would you be interested in a mentorship program? We sponsor one child per year.”
Lily gasped.
Arielle met Damien’s eyes.
Then smiled.
“Yes,” she said. “We’d be honored.”
Back home, Lily pinned her invitation on her corkboard.
Next to it was a list of goals:
1. Learn how to hem better.
2. Get a sewing machine of my own.
3. Be the next big thing.
Arielle stared at the list.
And knew: her daughter wasn’t just dreaming.
She was designing her destiny.
Arielle nearly dropped her coffee.
"Is this... safe?" she asked cautiously.
Lily struck a pose. “It’s avant-garde, Mommy.”
Damien chuckled from the couch. “She’s been watching design shows again.”
But beneath the laughter, Arielle felt something stir—something proud and stunned. Her daughter wasn’t just playing dress-up. There was structure in the seams, intention in the chaos.
By the end of the week, Lily had sewn three more pieces. All from upcycled clothes Damien had already retired—thankfully without knowing.
“She has vision,” Arielle said to Damien late one night. “Like real vision.”
He nodded, then reached into his tablet and pulled up something. “Look what came in her school email.”
A poster for the “Little Luminaries Runway Gala – A Showcase of Child Designers.”
“You think she’s ready?” Arielle asked.
“I think she already knows she is.”
The next few days were a blur of fabric shops, sketchbooks, and glitter explosions. The dining room became her studio. Even Noah helped—mostly with music to set the mood.
Arielle stood back one morning as Lily fitted a sleeve onto her friend’s shoulder.
“She’s orchestrating like I do dough,” she whispered.
Damien rested a hand on her back. “It’s in her bones.”
The night of the event arrived. The venue glittered with chandeliers and whispered tension.
Lily’s models—four girls from her school—lined up behind the curtain, dressed in soft pastels, tulle bows, and inventive capes.
Lily peeked at Arielle. “Do you think they’ll laugh?”
Arielle knelt. “They might. But when they’re done laughing, they’ll be stunned. Because no one else made what you made.”
Lily took a breath.
Then the music started.
And the lights hit.
Lily’s collection was met with stunned applause.
She curtsied. Her cheeks pink. Her hands trembling.
After the show, a woman with silver hair approached them.
“You must be the mother,” she said to Arielle.
“I am.”
“I’m Scout Delphine. I run the Youth Fashion Collective. Would you be interested in a mentorship program? We sponsor one child per year.”
Lily gasped.
Arielle met Damien’s eyes.
Then smiled.
“Yes,” she said. “We’d be honored.”
Back home, Lily pinned her invitation on her corkboard.
Next to it was a list of goals:
1. Learn how to hem better.
2. Get a sewing machine of my own.
3. Be the next big thing.
Arielle stared at the list.
And knew: her daughter wasn’t just dreaming.
She was designing her destiny.
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