Kristen
I held my head in my hands and stared at my laptop screen. The summer bridal expo was a smashing success, despite the slashed-up dress. I had emails from six different bridal boutiques who were interested in carrying my label.
But now I had a new problem. I needed to manufacture the dresses before I could sell them. Ezra had generously offered me the use of his empty warehouse, but now how was I going to buy the equipment, the materials, and hire the staff to start production.
“Make a list of everything you need,” Ezra told me over the phone.
“You don’t understand, Ezra. I used almost all of that five-thousand for the fashion show and—“
“Open up your business plan, write down everything you need, regardless of price.”
I worried my lip between my teeth. “But…”
“Don't be che
