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~Velma’s POV
Dylan glanced at me, his expression curious. “So… how do you plan to work on this?”
I took a deep breath and explained, trying to sound confident even though my chest felt tight. “Some of my original paintings, the ones that aren’t really about fashion, will be auctioned off that day. But with the fashion pieces, I want to fuse them with my drawings. I don’t want to just draw models in gowns. I want to tell stories. The clothes should speak for themselves, like they’re characters in a story I’m telling.”
He nodded slowly, like he was picturing it all. “That’s… actually a great idea,” he said. “Take your time with it. Don’t rush. I trust you’ll find a way to make it powerful.”
I felt a little warmth at his words. “Thank you,” I murmured, avoiding looking directly at him
