Arlene's POV
The last time my hands trembled this much over my work was during my first internship interview at Gianna.
Warner sits across from me, studying every sketch and fabric sample I've carefully arranged. The silence stretches between us as he examines the measurements Celeste provided for the mannequins.
"Where did these come from?" His voice breaks through the quiet, making me jump.
"Um," I stammer, then blurt out, "How the hell should I know?"
"Easy there. Why are you getting worked up?" A smile tugs at his lips.
"Where do your melodies come from?" I fire back.
"Sweetheart, I wasn't trying to upset you. I just meant that it's like you pulled these straight from my thoughts. They're incredible," he says, rising from his chair and reaching for my hand.
I resist when he tries to draw me closer. "Come on. There's something I need to show you."
