The next day came and I went through my normal routine.
Breakfast.
Getting Leo ready.
Making sure he actually ate instead of trying to negotiate with me over why cookies should count as a healthy morning meal.
The usual.
By the time we left for work, my mind was already occupied with deadlines.
Meetings.
Design approvals.
Fabric shipments.
Model fittings.
The fashion week.
Especially the fashion week.
I sat in the backseat while Leo played on his tablet beside me, and my thoughts drifted back to the presentation board currently sitting in my office.
Less than two months.
Two months.
After almost a year of planning.
My stomach tightened slightly.
Not from fear.
Well…
Maybe a little fear.
But mostly anticipation.
This wasn’t just another collection.
It wasn’t another se
