Liora's POV
The drive to Raya’s company barely registered. My mind was still half-stuck on Rowan’s voice from earlier, the clipped tone, the disappointment that bled through even when he tried to sound detached. He’d hung up before I could even explain properly, and that… bothered me more than it should’ve.
But the second I stepped through the glass doors of Raya’s company, all of that vanished.
It was complete chaos. That was the only word that fit. Assistants were running in every direction, someone was crying over a broken zipper, and two designers were arguing about the right shade of ivory. It was a beautiful mess, one that screamed Raya’s crisis mode.
“Liora!” I heard someone scream my name and I immediately recognized it.
I barely had time to brace myself before Ray
