We never thought we would write this.

Someone we love is sick.

Not “take a break” sick.

Not “it will pass” sick.

The kind of sick that makes doctors whisper.

The kind that turns days into waiting rooms and nights into fear.

The kind where money suddenly means time.

For 15 years, Viorentine Paris was built by a mother and a daughter.

Every dress, every order, every late night all of it mattered.

Until this year.

This year, fashion stopped mattering.

Sales stopped mattering.

Plans stopped mattering.

We were faced with a choice no business prepares you for:

keep the store alive or fight for a life.

So we made the only choice that didn’t feel like betrayal.

We are closing our store to use our last strength, our last savings, and every ounce of hope for treatment, surgery, and time together.

This is not a strategy.

This is not a rebrand.

This is survival.

Every final order helps us close this chapter with dignity.

Every piece you take home carries our story and the reason we let go.

From a mother and a daughter who would give up everything for each other:

thank you for seeing us.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for 15 years.