Daphne’s POV
Two days later I resumed work. The building was bigger than I remembered.
In my navy blue gown and low black heels, I stood across for a few seconds, just looking at the place.
People walked in and out and it made me nervous.
My grip tightened on my bag as I walked in. If I stopped to think, I wouldn’t go in.
And I had come too far to start running again.
The moment I stepped inside, everything felt fast. Voices overlapping each other.
Heels clicking against the floor.
Models walked past me like they were floating. Tall, confident, like the ground didn’t even matter to them.
I blinked.
“Okay…” I muttered under my breath.
This was different, very different from anything I was used to.
I adjusted my shirt slightly and walked toward the reception.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m
