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Paris had always been obsessed with beauty. But every once in a while, someone came along and completely redefined it. For the past several years, that person had been known only as Lumen. No one knew his face. No one knew his age. No one knew where he came from. They only knew his work. Lux Aurelle. The name alone was enough to make people spend millions. His gowns appeared on red carpets. His suits were worn by actors, royalty, and billionaires. His handbags sold out within minutes. Fashion magazines called him a genius. Critics called him a prodigy. And yet, despite being one of the most influential designers in the world, Lumen had never once stepped onto his own runway. Some said he was an eccentric old man. Others believed he was a group of designers working under one name. There were even rumors that Lumen didn’t exist at all. They were all wrong. He was twenty-six years old. His name was Lucian Morningstar.