Amelia POV

As I stepped out of the elevator that morning, the bustling activities of the fashion studio hit me like a tidal wave.

Designers scurried about, their faces set in determined focus, as they rushed to meet impending deadlines.

The atmosphere buzzed with the hum and whir of sewing machines. Pattern makers and seamstresses worked tirelessly to bring designs to life.

Designers hunch over workstations, sketching, draping, and printing fabrics onto mannequins.

I woke up late this ...