✴ Scarlett ✴
It was shaping up to be a productive morning at Matthews Couture. The hum of sewing machines and the soft shuffle of fabric being folded created a comforting rhythm. I had just finished reviewing a few design sketches with Karen, and I was feeling optimistic about the upcoming season.
“Scarlett, your attention to detail is amazing,” Karen said, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “These updates are going to make such a difference,” I smiled at her enthusiasm.
“Thanks, Karen. I think we are onto something good here,” as I turned back to my desk, a sudden shadow fell across the room, and I looked up to see Jonathan standing in the doorway. The sight of him made my stomach drop. His tailored suit and confident stance might have been appealing once, but now they onl
