Something warm spread through my chest at his words. "Thank you," I said softly.
Julian stood up and walked over to the kitchen, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a notepad and pen.
"Let's get organized," he said, coming back and sitting down beside me this time instead of across from me. "You need to pick your five best designs tonight so you have something to show her tomorrow."
I spread out all my sketches on the floor in front of us, dozens of designs from over the years, some more complete than others.
"How do I even choose?" I asked, overwhelmed by the options.
"Start with what excites you most," Julian suggested. "Which ones make you feel something when you look at them?"
I scanned the sketches, my eyes catching on a few that stood out. There was the dress with the dramatic s
