Silas Thornton gravely smoothed out his shirt, his expression serious. "A fashion designer is coming here for a collaboration today. I figured I'd introduce you."
'What do those nerds at headquarters know? They have no taste. People in the fashion world are the ones who get it. It's much more meaningful to show off to them~ Hehe~'
Holly Wyatt blinked, a wry smile on her face.
'Hahaha... So, does this mean I have to be humiliated in the fashion world, too?'
'This is going to be mortifying!'
'Please don't let Silas Thornton say something outrageous. Just stay your usual cold, distant self.'
Before going in, Holly Wyatt glanced one last time at the tip of Silas Thornton's metaphorical tail, which was curled into a small heart. She nervously fiddled with the small heart on the hem of her own skirt.
*
Mirabelle Entertainment's top-floor office.
Holly Wyatt's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the tall, aloof woman before her—Shannon Draper.
