Chapter 133

• Claire's POV
• The fitting room at The Astra Pavilion felt more like organized chaos than a workspace. Garment racks lined both sides of the room, holding our pre-launch designs like proud soldiers waiting for inspection. The air smelled faintly of fresh fabric, perfume, and the faint hint of coffee Margeaux had spilled earlier. We were running on adrenaline and excitement.
• Nathan, on the other hand, looked like he had been lured into enemy territory. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Margeaux and me buzz around him like bees preparing to attack.