#Chapter 148: Bully

Tessa

The following morning, I stood in the design department’s fabric storeroom, surrounded by endless bolts of luxurious materials. How long had I been in here? Minutes? Hours?

The sketches for my new dress were complete, and the patterns were cut, but I still couldn’t decide on a color. After the disaster with the emerald gown, I wanted something different, something that would make a statement