Si woo
I sat there at my drafting table in a very focused manner, pencil moving fast across the paper while I tried to get this evening gown right for the client who could change everything for me. If I nailed it, they would drop millions without blinking. One dress could launch the whole fall collection. Every fashion magazine would be calling, every critic would suddenly remember my name, and people who ignored my emails last year would beg for interviews. The pressure sat heavy on my shoulders. Every line had to be clean. Every fold of fabric had to look natural, like it was already alive before it even existed.
I erased the same curve three times because it looked wrong. Too stiff. Too cheap. A dress like this had to flow when the model walked. It had to look expensive even on paper. One mistake and the entire design lost its magic. I was already behind schedule because my brain refused to shut up.
It kept dragging me back to him.
To last night.
