(Alina)
I sat on the bed with my phone in my hand, the notes were still open. I had written a draft of the travel package idea, but it still needed work. Damian leaned against the headboard beside me, scrolling through his own phone.
“I think I’m ready,” I said.
He looked over. “You got it all written out?”
“Almost. I want to make sure it sounds like something Chelsea would fall for.”
“Alright, let’s do this together,” he said, sitting up straighter.
I handed him the phone, and he read through my draft. Then he gave it back.
“Add something about an influencer connection. It’ll make it look more legit. Maybe mention a waiting list, too. That’ll hook her.”
I nodded and typed fast. I reworded a few things and made it look professional. It had to sound real. Like a brand trying to impr
