Moxie's POV
The next day, i decided to work on my project to do the finishing touches. I called Nathaniel and thankfully he was free and ready to help me. A few hours into our work, I heard him speak.
“Do I get a break soon, or are you planning to turn me into a mannequin permanently?” he asked, rolling his shoulders slightly as he glanced down at himself.
I stepped closer, ignoring the complaint as I reached out to adjust the line of the fabric near his waist, smoothing it down before taking a step back again, my eyes scanning over the entire look.
“Stand still for like… thirty more seconds,” I murmured, tilting my head slightly as I studied the structure. “I’m almost done.”
“You said that five minutes ago,” he pointed out, though there was no real annoyance in his tone, just that s
