Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Chapter 170

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“Hey! Watch it with that!” Mia snapped, her voice cutting through the air as two workers rushed past, carrying a fragile glass figurine of an angel whose delicate wings shimmered under the light. One wrong move and it would shatter.

“Sorry, ma’am.” They muttered in unison, scrambling to steady the wobbling piece on its platform.

Mia crossed her arms, her glare sharp. “Don’t just apologize, be careful. If that thing breaks, you’re both paying for it.”

The workers exchanged nervous glances, nodding quickly before moving off again, this time at a much slower, more cautious pace.

The ballroom was alive with movement, a hive of urgency and elegance. Workers hurried from one end to the other as chandeliers were adjusted, drapes steamed, and tables arranged in symmetrical precision. The faint scent of fresh orchids and roses drifted from the florists working in the far corner, mingling with the polish of the marble floors.

Alina walked with steady strides, her heels clicking against the polished surface, the sound sharp as if each step set the tempo for the room. Her eyes swept across every corner, calculating and discerning, her expression calm yet edged with a severity that made workers straighten under her gaze.

Beside her, Mia followed closely, an iPad in hand, tapping and swiping rapidly as she logged notes and adjusted plans according to Alina’s sharp eye while still keeping an eye on the workers around.

“Are the centerpieces confirmed?” Alina’s voice was calm but commanding. “The last thing I want is a delay with the flowers.”

“Yes,” Mia replied quickly, fingers moving across her screen without pause. “White orchids with blush roses, delivered at seven a.m. sharp tomorrow.”

Alina gave a curt nod before her gaze darted to the left, where a worker adjusted a spotlight. “And the lighting. I want the entrance in softer tones, not blinding. It should draw people in with elegance, not interrogation.”

“Noted,” Mia murmured, adjusting the settings in her schedule. “I’ll tell them to dim the entrance by ten percent. Spotlight intensity on the stage is already balanced.”

They passed the runway, where technicians sprawled across the floor connecting cables, testing monitors, and raising the sleek, glossy panels that would soon carry Alina’s designs. Alina’s steps slowed, her sharp gaze narrowing.

“Sound system?” She asked, her tone clipped.

Mia checked her list. “Scheduled for tonight. Both the mics and the music system will be tested. No glitches.”

“Good,” Alina said firmly. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her chest rising as though she carried the weight of the entire event on her shoulders.

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They reached the display area where veiled mannequins stood like sentinels, draped in silk coverings, guarding the secrets beneath. Alina’s eyes softened briefly as she stopped, fingers grazing the edge of one fabric veil, before her expression steeled again.

“And the drape for the unveiling?” She asked quietly.

“Adjusted,” Mia answered quickly. “The seamstress redid it last night. It’ll fall evenly, exactly the way you

wanted.”

Alina exhaled, the tension in her shoulders loosening just a fraction. “It has to. Tomorrow cannot afford mistakes. Every detail matters, Mia.”

Mia looked up from her iPad, a flicker of reassurance in her smile. “Don’t worry. Nothing gets past you. And with your eye on everything, this launch is going to be unforgettable.”

Alina’s lips curved faintly, though her eyes still held the storm of nerves. Mia had no idea the double meaning her words held. “Oh It will be.” Alina’s tone held something that Mia couldn’t quite put a finger on but she brushed it off.

Her gaze swept across the ballroom once more, the gleam of chandeliers, the floral arrangements coming to life, the hum of coordinated chaos. Pride stirred faintly in her chest, tempered by the knife–edge of anticipation.

Mia glanced down at her list again, tapping her stylus against the screen. “The seasonal line, the director wanted to know if it’s the first time you’re showcasing those designs?”

Alina nodded, her eyes flicking to the veiled mannequins again. Her voice lowered, but it carried steel. “Of course Mia, you already know this. They were made for Louis’s client. High stakes and that’s why everything has to be perfect. If this goes wrong, if even one detail falters, it’s not just my reputation, it’s the brand itself.”

“Nothing will go wrong Ma’am.” Mia reassured her.

“It better not Mia. This is bigger than Alinova’s launch show.” Alina reminded her. “These designs are unlike anything people have seen before.”

Mia hesitated. “They’re bold pieces, ma’am. Not everyone would have taken the risk of mixing textures that way, leather paired with silk, metallic threading against soft lace.”

“That’s why it’ll work,” Alina cut in, her tone sharp but sure. “It’s daring, but still wearable. They want vision. They want something nobody else can deliver. That’s what I’ve given them.”

Mia’s eyes flicked over her guest list, her voice cautious. “And with the audience tomorrow, editors, investors, paparazzi’s, Louis himself, you know they’ll be watching for a single flaw ma’am.” Mia muttered, her voice suddenly nervous.

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