Molly
Monday mornings always came with a certain sense of urgency, and today was no exception. As I walked into my office, I was ready to tackle a mountain of tasks. My office looked like a war zone with design boards and swatches scattered around like a colourful array of organized chaos. Nancy wasn’t in yet, so I headed straight to my drawing table. I was deep into the process of trying to create a futuristic cowboy theme for the motel. It was an ambitious concept as I tried to blend sleek, modern lines with rugged, old western elements. I hated that Atticus had piled on the pressure, but I also loved the opportunity to bring the vision to life. I was fully absorbed in sketching out my ideas – metallic accents mingled with vintage leather textures and high-tech lighting alongside rustic
