Whatever. As long as they didn't have the guts to say it to my face, I couldn't care less. Being talked about and picked apart was just another form of admiration, as far as I was concerned.
Julian had been in a foul mood all morning—probably because he'd missed his damn coffee.
I couldn't have cared less. I just focused on getting my own work done.
I spent the morning going over plans with the design team. A little after twelve, Julian called and asked where I was. I told him I was still at the design studio and planned to grab lunch nearby. He told me to meet him at a restaurant near the office, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I had to rush over. Just as I got out of the car, a gust of wind picked up. It caught the hem of my floral dress and tossed my waist-length wavy hair ar
