Kya stood in the center of the Whitmore estate’s private study, fabric swatches and sample outfits spread across the long table. The soft afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, casting warm gold across the room. Julian stood beside her, sleeves rolled up, reviewing a list of potential interviewers.
They were planning their formal announcement.
Kya held up a cream silk dress against herself. “Too soft?”
Julian shook his head. “Elegant. But if you want something stronger, go with the navy.”
She set the dress down, exhaling. “This feels surreal.”
Julian touched her back gently. “It’s time. We’ve been private long enough.”
They reviewed options:
Where to hold the interview — Ember? Luxe? A neutral studio? Or maybe their private home would be more suitable to make it more per
