Alex adjusted the strap of her leather bag as she stepped into the studio, eyes scanning the controlled chaos unfolding around her.
The air buzzed with the scent of steamed fabric and hairspray. Music pulsed softly in the background, and racks of dresses were being wheeled by.
She wasn't supposed to be here. Technically, fittings weren't part of her job. She was the planner, not the stylist. But Anthony had texted her that morning.
— Anthony: "Come by the studio at noon. There is something I want you to see."
And that's how she found herself standing in the heart of Leone Corporation's fashion headquarters.
"Alex."
She turned to the sound of Anthony's voice and saw him walking towards her from across the room. He wore black slacks and a slate-gray button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing specks of charcoal smeared on his fingers from sketches.
She also noticed the little bags forming under his eyes. Not like she was any better herself.
