Pixie’s Point of View
It had been three months. Three long, excruciating months with no call or text from Dante. At first, I tried to rationalize it,he was busy, caught up in whatever he did when he wasn’t with me. But as the days turned into weeks and then months, the silence grew heavier, eating away at me. Still, I buried myself in work, refusing to let his absence break me.
I walked into my workplace early that morning, the soft hum of the machines greeting me. My office smelled of freshly cut fabric and the faint aroma of coffee from the breakroom. Designing was my escape, my sanctuary. I had poured everything into my business, ensuring every stitch and seam reflected my passion.
As I settled into my routine, sketching a new dress design, a strange feeling crept over me. It was sub
