Five
Celeste inspected the cover one last time to check for errors in the text that she might have missed and to make sure it was exactly as she’d envisioned when she’d read the author’s descriptions of what he wanted, then opened her mail app, attached the proof file, and sent it off for his approval. Her calendar app hopped at the bottom of her screen, notifying her of an impending appointment. Frowning, she opened the app. The first event was the Evergreen Writers Conference, which would begin tomorrow and run all day, but it was the second that elicited a shriek.
Seattle Fashion Show. All day.
Marc had received a late invitation to attend the show when another designer had backed out, and he’d asked her to model the dresses he’d be featuring. She shoved her chair back from her desk
