Amelia’s POV
They rang the doorbell at the foot of the stairs, which led up to my room at the backside of the shop. After opening, I led them into my office, as my unit was too small for three people. They brought dinner with them. I took the packets into the pantry and served them on three plates. They looked around my office. As we ate in silence, Brandon looked at me.
“You’ve got a beautiful setup. My wife was talking about it last night. You had designed her friend’s entire bridal collection. Amy, I’m proud of you for what you’ve achieved at such a young age, all on your own,” said Brandon. I was surprised to hear him praise me. I blinked at him in disbelief.
“Your office is indeed outstanding. I’m impressed,” he said, looking around. I smiled at him, this time touched by what he
