Audrey
I stood in the middle of our cramped studio, surrounded by a whirlwind of fabric scraps, half-finished designs, and the frantic energy of my friends. The fashion show was only days away, and we were all feeling the pressure.
“Okay, let’s go over the checklist one more time,” I said, tapping my pen against my clipboard. “Are the outfits all together?”
“Check!” Tina called from behind a rack of clothes.
“What about the accessories?” I called out.
“I’m just putting the finishing touches on the earrings for the second outfit,” Avis said as she waved a handful of glittering jewelry in my direction.
“And the makeup and hairstyles are all decided?”
“All set,” Betty confirmed, gesturing to her overflowing makeup case and her sketches.
I was about to ask about
