Elodie's POV
The suite's quiet, save for the soft scratch of my pencil against paper, sketching out the new bodice line that I came up with this morning, its sharper, more structured than the original design, exactly the kind of "elevated look" the bride's apparently after now.
I've got three hours before Callie and Beckett are due back from the pool, and I'm determined to make proper progress before then. Sleeves rolled up, pencils scattered across the small desk, sketches from the past two days pinned haphazardly to the wall in front of me with tape that I managed to coerce out of one of the film crew. Beside me my coffee has gone cold without me noticing. The whole cabin has been turned into a makeshift studio these past couple of days.
It's not ideal, working like this. Nothing abo
