Chapter 145 Girls' Night

• Agnes
• I pulled into the driveway around seven, exhausted after a long day of sewing, designing, and avoiding Maria’s knowing glances.
• The bathroom incident with Elijah had been the talk of the design department by lunchtime—whispers and stifled giggles following me throughout the afternoon. I’d buried myself in work, focusing on the new dress design with laser precision, trying to forget the feeling of Elijah’s lips on mine and his hands on my thighs.