Layla stepped into the private design studio, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The room opened into a long, high-ceilinged space lined with mannequins, mood boards, and bolts of rich fabrics stacked neatly against the walls.
The lighting was cool and focused, cascading in elegant lines over three clearly divided sections—each group of dresses arranged according to the three tiers of the upcoming fashion event. It was a room made for brilliance, and Layla expected nothing less.
Elena who was walking infront of her, in a confident poised manner turned around as soon as Layla came near the tier one, her posture straightened even more, and she strode toward her with deliberate grace.
Elena wasted no time anymore. " miss Layla As you're aware," she began, her voice low and confident, "I still have access to the internal design concepts Miss Avery Vale is working on."
Layla's eyes narrowed, just slightly, a quiet signal to continue.
