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~Velma’s POV
I leaned over my sketchbook, pencil hovering just above the paper, my eyes narrowing as I tried to picture the shapes in my mind. “Dylan,” I said carefully, glancing at him, “what kind of clothes are we trying to showcase at the fashion show? I want to make sure my sketches match the theme, the style, everything.”
He paused for a moment, then straightened, his posture suddenly crisp and professional. The casualness from earlier seemed to fall away, replaced by something else, a focused, precise, a version of him I wasn’t used to seeing so up close.
“We want to show both old and new designs,” he started, his hands moving slightly as he spoke, as if shaping the concepts in the air. “The idea is to blend traditional elegance with modern innovation. Think of garments that t
