ONE WEEK LATER
Camila squinted, holding a swatch of silk up to the harsh studio light. It was just past 7 PM, and the city outside her top-floor space was beginning to hum with evening traffic.
Two months and ten days since she'd returned to Mexico and sixty days since she officially committed to "Cielo," her first independent venture. Sixty days of relentless effort and, of course, the chaotic drama alongside.
The studio wasn't yet bustling with a crew. One entire wall was plastered with magazine clippings, hand-drawn sketches, and the rest.
A single sewing machine sat on a large cutting table, surrounded by paper patterns and whatnot.
Leo, her sole intern, was labeling small boxes of fabric samples on a nearby shelf, humming softly.
He'd been recommended to her by Cole. He just wou
