Agnes
The emails were relentless. I’d received over a dozen already that morning, most of them from our manufacturer, who was asking countless questions about the onslaught of preorders we’d received since yesterday.
I’d expected a positive review of the bags, seeing as how they were both stylist and functional. But I hadn’t expected several hundred preorders to come in after my speech at the Goddess Festival. I hadn’t even expected half of that.
Across the breakfast table, Thea munched on her cereal, occasionally lifting her spoon to examine a particularly interesting piece before popping it into her mouth. Her pink streak had mostly washed out in the shower last night, leaving just a faint rosy tint to that section of her bangs.
“Can I have some more juice, please?” she a
