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"Okay, cut the chit chat, let's get to work," I said as I stormed into the room, a pile of papers in my hands. I sat at the head of the table, filtering through the papers for what I needed. "Jack, did you double check with the venue that we got the double room and not the single?"

Jack mock saluted. "Yes ma'am. The venue is all set."

"Great. Megan, how is sourcing accessories going?"

Megan grinned. "Amazing. I found sponsors for all of the accessories we need. Chanel even agreed to completely accessorize the models, but I said no because I knew you'd want to be in charge of that."

A weight was lifted off my shoulders. We had an offer from Chanel? "That's great! Good thinking. Lyla, how's your group doing with the stage design?"

She flipped through her sketch book, then slid both the sketchbook and her phone across the table to me. "It's going great. We have the preliminary design done and we've started making all of the things we need to bring it to life. The rest of my team is working on it as we speak."

I was floored. Flipping through her sketchbook and the pictures on her phone, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She had somehow managed to get the exact image I had in my head onto paper. It was absolutely perfect. 

Colin chimed in. "Before you say anything, I've also altered a few of the designs to better tie in the dresses with the stage design." He slid his sketchbook to face me. "Now the train of this dress vaguely resembles the plants that are gonna be in the center of the main roundabout. This bodice looks like the rotten fruit that's going to be hanging from the tree in the dark side. I have some more to work on but feel free to axe them if you don't like them."

I was speechless. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish gasping for air. "I... Wow. This is all so stunning. Really great job you guys. We're already so far ahead of schedule." I gathered my thoughts, barely keeping my excitement at bay. My dream was truly becoming a reality. "Everyone keep working and call me if you run into any issues. Colin, Jack, Noah, and I are starting on the dresses today."

Everyone looked surprised. "Noah?" Lyla asked. "Doesn't he work today?"

A small smile graced my face. "He took off of work for the next few weeks until the show. To help."

Speaking of, there was a soft knock at the open door. I looked up and met Noah's eyes, pleased to see him dressed casually in a pair of sweats and a tee shirt. "Am I interrupting?" He questioned. 

"Nope, we were just wrapping up. I'll see you all tomorrow for the next check-in."

Everyone filed out of the room, waving goodbye and greeting Noah on the way out. I happily threw my arms around Noah's neck, a warm fuzzy feeling filling me when his hands wrapped around my waist. 

"Someone's happy. Quite the contrast from how stressed you've been the last week we've been back from LA."

I couldn't help but smother him in kisses. "Everything's going so well. I can't believe it. I've been waiting for this my whole life."

He pulled me closer with a smile. "I'm so proud of you, El." He kissed me, and I took in his heavenly masculine scent as I melted into the kiss. He eventually broke away before things got heated. 

"Now, I believe someone needs to teach me how to sew."

I dragged him to my sewing studio. 

~*~

Three weeks later

"You're surprisingly good at this."

Noah furrowed his brows in offense. "Surprisingly?" He continued to feed the fabric through the sewing machine, somehow managing to sew in a near perfect straight line.