Moxie's POV
I had gotten quite used to working at the studio, everyone here was literally like family to me.
I stood near one of the styling tables, adjusting the sleeve of a structured blazer while mentally running through the rest of the lineup for the afternoon shoot.
“You’re thinking too hard again.” I glanced up at the sound of Clara’s voice as she walked past me carrying a stack of fabric swatches under one arm.
“I’m literally just fixing a sleeve,” I replied.
“That’s exactly what someone thinking too hard would say,” she shot back without missing a beat.
I rolled my eyes slightly, but the corner of my mouth lifted anyway.
The studio had started feeling less intimidating lately. After the incident during the shoot last week, people looked at me differently now. Not dramatica
