CHAPTER 11
Cassian
Her frustration simmers on her face. “Cassian, did you see this?” Amy asks, letting the door slam shut in her wake. I was watching the news and picking through the photos from the shoot with the photographer. The deadline was coming up, and I planned on getting more press set up for when my signature line hits stores. I hadn’t told anyone my plans of starting the Dane collection, and this would be the first significant product outside of working with third-party companies that clients will have a choice in a range of styles from modern, classic, industrial and more. Lately, Amy’s been on a rant about Savannah and me. I know deep down she has a crush on me, but I’d never take it there because she was too self-involved and all about appearances and showing off to the pub
