Agnes
I stared at the screen, watching the final cut of the video Katy and I had worked so hard on. Thirty seconds. Just thirty seconds to sum up everything we were trying to achieve—balancing fashion and comfort, reaching a broader audience, and making Silvermoon relevant to everyday people again. My heart raced with anticipation, and nerves twisted in my stomach.
The message was simple: When was the last time you wore something truly comfortable?
I glanced over at Elijah, who stood beside me, watching the video with a focused intensity. His gaze remained steady on the screen, his jaw set in that unreadable expression he so often wore.
“Well?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. “What do you think?”
Without saying a word, he reached for his phone. My confusion deepe
