Amelia's POV
Sleep became a luxury I couldn't afford.
For three days straight, I lived in Alexander's office building. My new workspace on the fortieth floor had everything I needed except rest.
The showcase was in three days. Seventy-two hours to pull off what should have taken months.
My designs covered every surface. Fabric samples draped over chairs. Sketches littered the floor. Coffee cups formed a small mountain on the corner desk.
I looked like hell. Felt worse.
But the collection was coming together. Slowly. Painfully. Beautifully.
"You need to sleep," Mrs. Cole said, appearing with a tray of food I hadn't asked for.
"I need to finish this." I didn't look up from the hem I was adjusting.
"You need to not collapse before your own showcase."
She had a point. But stopping fe
