Camila was in her happy place: the top floor of her new building, which was basically her giant studio. The scent of fresh paint and new beginnings filled the air, mingling with the excited chatter of early arrivals downstairs.
She smoothed down her dress and touched her makeup, swirling at the mirror before stepping out of her private office. This was it. Months of planning, sketching, and stressing, all leading to this big moment.
As she made her way downstairs, the hum of conversations grew louder. She recognized familiar faces—her core team, a few loyal clients, some local business folks. And then there was Cole, who wasn't invited, but she knew he'd come anyway. And there was Madison, clinging to him like a limpet as they mingled with some of the guests.
Her gaze swept through the
