Determined to change her destiny, Clara worked tirelessly. She took extra shifts, enrolled in a gym and nutrition classes, and secretly practiced sewing to replicate the red dress—not for Alejandro, but to prove to herself she could. Winter passed, and with it went the old, timid Clara. She grew stronger, fitter, and more confident, fueled by the memory of his humiliating words.
Months later, she completed the dress. Perfectly fitted, it symbolized her transformation. On the night of the hotel’s annual gala, Clara returned—not as a maid, but as a designer presenting her own fashion line, “Rojo Clara.” Her hair and posture radiated elegance; her smile exuded confidence. Guests murmured in surprise; Alejandro was speechless.
