Camila’s POV
Walking into the building of the fashion house where Klein told me he had gotten a meeting for me, the first thing I felt was overwhelmingly underdressed.
“Damn, I didn’t know there were this many colors.” I whispered as I walked on.
The colors around me assaulted my senses, a vivid contrast to the high-waisted brown pants and big belt I had chosen this morning, paired with a white crop shirt that almost looked tucked in.
This wasn't just any building; it was a cathedral of fashion, buzzing with energy. Clothes, the latest trends I presumed, were being rolled around by different people. Tall and slim models strutted in various styles, making me second-guess my outfit choice immediately.
I should have worn something more colorful. This morning, after I had my bath, I did
