CLAIRE
The next morning, Julian and I drove to Nina's production house to see the fabrics. I was buzzing with nervous energy the entire drive, my knee bouncing as I stared out the window.
"They're just fabrics," Julian said, glancing over at me with amusement. "You've already seen the swatches."
"I know," I replied. "But seeing swatches is different from seeing the actual bolts. What if they're not right? What if the color is off or the texture is wrong?"
"Then Nina will exchange them," Julian said calmly. "That's why you're approving them before production starts."
I nodded, trying to calm my nerves, but my hands were still shaking slightly when we pulled up to the building. Nina was waiting for us in the main studio, surrounded by bolts of fabric laid out on the large cutting table.
