Chapter 90 Scarves, Chaos And Jax Cruz
- Luna's POV
- The studio was alive with chaos. Not the kind that scared me, but the kind that pulsed like a heartbeat—too loud, too fast, but proof that something was alive, moving forward.
- Paint fumes mixed with the smell of paper and fabric dye. The hum of sewing machines battled against the buzz of phones, and in between it all, Clara’s voice shot through the air like a siren.