HOLDING a pencil in one hand while the other was on top of the spread-out designs of swimwear, Belle’s full attention was at work.
Whenever she received new designs, she would print them and scrutinized every draft. She would enhance or erased a few things.
Her eyes went up when she heard a knock.
Dione was standing beside the door.
“Someone’s looking for you outside. She has no prior appointment.”
“What’s her name?” She asked.
Her eyes went back to the designs on the table. She pulled one and she made an alteration to the drawing.
“Summer Summers.”
Belle paused. Her hand was suspended in the air. She was about to make another alteration when she heard her mate’s name.
“Should I let her in?”
“Please.”
She pulled out a small compact mirror from the drawers to look at herself.
