ELORA'S POV
The house felt strangely quiet the moment we stepped in. Lucian didn't say a word, he just went upstairs without sparing me a glance. Typical. I stayed back in the living room, trying not to overthink in the silence. I brought a little work from the office that I should probably start working on before it gets too late.
I laid out all the materials on the nearby table, trying to arrange them when my phone rang.
A call from Lucas.
I picked up immediately, leaning into the couch.
“Elora,” he called from the other end. “have you gone through the sketches we talked about yesterday?”
“Yes,” I said, pulling the folder close to me. “I think the cuts are good, but the fabrics you picked won't give it that effortless flow we're aiming for. It'll look stiff.”
“So,
