Hours later, Trihn’s phone lit up.
She looked up, bleary-eyed, at the display. She had been staring at her designs all night. She had made some headway on a few, but overall, she felt like she was too close to the clothes to really see how she needed to move forward.
She reached for the phone and answered it, “Hey.”
“Trihn, f**k, I’m so sorry. I meant to call you back hours ago,” Damon said.
“Oh, that’s okay,” she lied. “I’ve just been at the studio. What have you been up to?”
“Chloe’s manager called me. I was on the phone with him when you called me, and then when I got off the phone, Chloe called right away.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah. So weird that Chloe Avana called me. What is my life?” He laughed huskily. “We talked for a while. She was on her way to New Orleans for the last
