Serena Rosette
Saturdays were supposed to feel lazy, weren’t they? That was the whole point. But for me, this one felt earned.
After the chaos of the past few weeks—countless hours in the studio, a dizzying amount of fabric swatches, endless critiques and redesigns—this weekend was the first one where I could breathe without thinking about what came next. And I intended to savor every second.
Ben and Jenna had gone off for a cozy weekend getaway, something about vineyards and cabins and “disconnecting from everything.” I’d smiled and waved them off, secretly relieved to have the apartment to myself. No chatter. No studio noise. No outside expectations.
The soft sound of rain tapping against my window was the perfect background for doing absolutely nothing.
Blankets? Check.
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