Damien pours some coffee in my cup when I fall on the kitchen island.
I bury my face in my hands and groan. I'm still groggy with sleep. I slept late last night. I was busy working on the gown for the Vogue shoot in Italy this weekend. I'm so excited about the shoot but anxious at the same time. I want the gown to be perfect. It's Vogue we're talking about. I still can't believe I got the opportunity to collaborate with the magazine. This moment will make or break my career. I have to do everything in my power for it to make my career.
"You look exhausted." Damien says. "What time did you come to bed last night?"
"Four in the morning." I groan. "I was busy in the studio. I'm almost done with the gown but I still feel like it's missing something."
"That might be your impostor syndrome
