Claire's pov
I turned abruptly, my curiosity piqued by the familiar voice that called my name. There, before me, stood a former client, the one whose wedding I had styled two years ago. My fingers tingle with the memory of lace and silk. I was the owner of my own fashion brand,Mia stood, her face held an unmistakable shock.
"Hello, Mia," I greeted her with a wide smile, wrapping her in an embrace that felt like coming home. Her arms encircled me, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.
In the periphery of our hug, I glimpsed Damian, his presence palpable yet distanced, his gaze sharp and piercing.
"How have you been? It's been too long," Mia's voice carried a peculiar note, her eyes still fixed on me with an odd intensity.
"I've... I've been well. And you? How is you
