Sebastian's POV
I stood still while Ivy adjusted the measuring tape around my shoulders.
She moved deliberately, each motion careful and precise, yet I could feel the tension beneath it. Her hands were steady, but her posture betrayed her unease.
Her assistant had stayed downstairs with my mother, which meant it was just the two of us in the room. The silence pressed in, heavy and almost suffocating.
"Please… I need a notebook and a pen to write your measurements down," she said softly.
"You didn't bring your notebook?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
A faint look of embarrassment crossed he face. "I did," she said quickly. "But my assistant usually writes them down while I work. Zoey has the notebook downstairs."
"There's one on the desk," I replied. Using my gaze to s
