A week passed.
Then another few days after that.
And somehow, every single day only became more exhausting than the last.
The Met Gala was only a week away now, and my entire company had practically turned upside down because of it.
For months, we had been designing custom pieces for several celebrities attending the event. Every dress had to be perfect. Every stitch. Every fitting. Every detail.
Now came the most stressful part.
Deliveries.
Last-minute emergencies from stylists changing their minds at impossible hours.
I barely slept.
Barely ate.
And somehow there still weren’t enough hours in the day.
By the end of the week, exhaustion sat heavily behind my eyes like a permanent headache.
But at least work kept me occupied.
Occupied enough that I didn’t even realize I hadn’t
