Adam’s eyes went completely wide, a gasp escaping his lips as he clapped his hands to his chest. "A wedding dress!" he echoed, the word rolling off his tongue like a sacred chant. "Oh, the heavens have smiled upon me. The royal mating ceremony of the century, and I get to clothe the Queen."
He immediately spun on his heel, his mind clearly racing a mile a minute. He began pacing the studio, tossing aside the emerald fabric he had been working on without a second thought. "No, no, the standard patterns won't do. We need something that commands respect but holds a timeless grace. Rachel, stand right there on the pedestal, please."
Athena gave me a playful shove toward the circular wooden platform in the center of the room. I stepped up, feeling a bit like a doll, but Adam’s creative whirlw
