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... ady and rhythmic like the pulse of the building.
Threads of conversation floated between the desks — laughter, critiques, the occasional clatter of fabric rolls hitting the ground.
But in Chloe’s shared office, the mood was anything but light.
She was sitting at her desk beside Damian, flipping through her sketches without seeing them. Her mind wasn’t on chiffon layers or silhouette balance. It was on Bella — her expression, her voice, the weight in her words.
Dam ...
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