Chapter 9: The Janitor's Kit
Chapter 9: The Janitor's Kit
Regina laughed bitterly, a sound of pure, unhinged desperation.
"You? The janitor? You're going to fix a million-dollar silk gown with a mop?"
Maya didn't answer. She didn't even look at Regina.
She reached deep into the bottom compartment of her cleaning cart.
Instead of harsh chemicals or industrial sponges, she removed a small, sleek black case.
She unzipped it, revealing a professional-grade sewing kit.
Then she pulled out heavy-duty fabric clips.
Fine, surgical-grade shears.
Curved needles.
A high-powered portable fabric steamer.
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The entire ballroom fell into a stunned, absolute silence.
One of the elite stylists frowned, stepping back. "Why would a janitor carry those?"
