Amelia's POV

When I worked, time lost its significance. I was seated at my desk just as the sun had begun to rise and now as its golden rays gave way to the rich colors of twilight.

I was still there, head bowed, fingers smudged with graphite absorbed in a world of silhouettes and fabrics.

Distractions were not an option for me. Not right now. Not when everything is on the line. In less than 48 hours I had to produce something exceptional that would demonstrate that I was not only a worthy ...