Prologue

I hate moving. It means going through a change. It means starting everything all over again. Unpacking boxes filled with memories I'm not sure I'm ready to confront. Learning new streets, new faces, and new routines that make me feel like a stranger in my own life. It's exhausting, both physically and emotionally.

That's exactly what I am feeling right now.

I am moving to London to expand my business—a step I never imagined would feel so bittersweet.

My best friend, Kia, and I started our clothing brand, Enchantress, back in high school.

The idea stemmed from our constant frustration with shopping—we could never find clothes that matched the designs we dreamed up in our heads. On top of that, we were both completely obsessed with dresses and anything even remotely related to fashion.

I remember juggling small jobs during high school and my first year of college. Every penny I earned was split in two: half went into our business, and the rest was either saved or spent on makeup and dresses.

Now, I have a very large collection of makeup products, while Kia takes pride in owning the biggest collection of dresses.

It's pretty straightforward: having a bad day? Treat yourself to a Charlotte Tilbury lip gloss. Had a super productive day? Reward yourself with a Estée Lauder mascara. Closed a major business deal? Celebrate with a Dior blush. And just like that, everything feels right again.

I've always had a strong creative streak, completely immersed in all things art, while Kia had an incredible talent for crafting. She could bring any concept to life with her hands, and her attention to detail was unmatched

So what started as more of joke and less of display of passion evolved into something so big.

Not to brag or anything, but we're pretty well-known in the fashion industry. Actually, let me rephrase that we're very well-known in the fashion world.

Alright, alright, fine! We're huge in the fashion industry! There, I said it.

I cannot be more proud of our 17 year old selves. And now it's time to take Enchantress to a global level-

I'm jolted from my thoughts when a bra is thrown at me. Frowning, I look up at the ceiling in surprise. What just happened?Wait, this isn't my bra it's way too small. Just as I try to make sense of it, a flat, emotionless voice interrupts.

"Stop day dreaming you weird little girl. We are short on time. " my best friend said , from the kitchen of our apartment, with a knife in one hand and hammer in another.

Why does she have those, I have no idea but you know after a certain age you stop questioning things and just go with the flow.

Disclaimer: That's my Kia, my best friend, my apartment-mate and my business partner. She is basically Stewie Griffin in human form.

"Uh, wha—wha—how dare you call me little, you bitch?! I'm average height," I snapped snootily.

And it's true. I'm 5'5... minus two inches.

So what? My personality more than makes up for the missing height. Stay mad, haters.

"'I'm average height'—shut the fuck up and finish packing, we're leaving in 15 minutes," she said mockingly before disappearing into her room. Catalina trailed behind her gracefully, her white fur perfectly complemented by a pink bow.

Catalina is the biggest diva in our house. She has an entire wardrobe of bows and dresses, each one carefully chosen for specific occasions. And yes, she's a cat. A literal, one-year-old ball of fur who somehow manages to act more mature than me. Honestly, it's a little concerning how much I take life advice from her judgmental stares.

I rolled my eyes and shouted after her, "First of all, rude! Second, I'm almost done, okay?"

Shoving another shirt into my bag, I muttered under my breath, "Mock me all you want, but at least I don't need a cat as my emotional support system."

That's right, I gave Catalina to her last year. Kia was going through some really tough family issues, and I thought having a little companion might help. I named her Catalina, dressed her in a cute pink bow, and kept her in a matching pink basket when I first brought her home. She was practically a living, breathing doll—and now, she's Kia's personal therapeutic fluffball.

Zipping up my suitcase, I sighed dramatically. "London, here I come," I said flatly, as if the thought of it wasn't exhausting enough already.