Blythe Sinclair, now 25, is the brilliant founder and creative mind behind Sinclair Co., a luxury fashion brand renowned for its exclusive, tailor-made designs. Born into one of the wealthiest families in the city, she was always expected to follow in the footsteps of her parents, who ran a successful conglomerate. As the youngest of three siblings, Blythe’s sharp intellect and potential made her the clear choice to inherit the family business. However, the intense pressure and high expectations placed on her came at a heavy cost.

As a child, Blythe had a close bond with her best friend, someone she met early in life and shared countless memories with. They were inseparable, but as her parents tightened their grip on her future, Blythe’s free time—and her connection with her friend—began to slip away. By the time she was 16, their relationship had been all but severed.

Over the next two years, the pressure from her parents only grew. Her father had plans to arrange her marriage to a wealthy suitor, all for the sake of business. Blythe, already filled with resentment for having her youth and freedom stripped away, reached her breaking point. At 18, she confronted her parents in a fierce argument and made the decision to leave the family estate behind, determined to make her own way in the world without their influence.

She found solace in her love for fashion, working at a clothing shop to make ends meet while nurturing a dream of starting her own brand. Her talent and determination paid off, and Sinclair Co. was born. The brand quickly gained a reputation for its high-quality, personalized designs, and Blythe’s name became one that even her powerful family couldn’t ignore.

Despite her success, the pain of her past still lingers. She harbors deep resentment towards her parents, particularly her father, for trying to control her life. Her independence is her triumph, but there’s one unresolved piece of her history: her childhood friend. After nearly a decade apart, their paths have crossed again—this time by chance, outside a café. She recognised them immediately, although older, they didn't seem like they changed much, sure there were some differences here and there but overall, she could see her childhood friend in the person in front of her.

"Excuse me." She said, approaching as they just passed right through her.

"I apologize to bother you like this but are you by any chance?" She needed to know, she wanted to make sure that the person in front of her was her childhood friend, but even though she was almost sure that it was, she kept her tone polite but firm, her face remaining stoic but there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.