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Midori pulled through the last stitch of the garment and sat back on her heels. She shook her head slowly to the left and back to the right. It was a masterpiece, some of her best work. Pride filled her heart. Hope swirled around in her brain. She itched to show it to Lorne Gunston right now, but he wouldn’t be over to see her work for a couple of days. She waited for that thought to bring fear to her heart, numbness to her extremities, a trickle of sweat down her spine. None of those telltale signs of stress came.
She felt light. She felt energetic. She was ready to work on another garment for the collection. Instead, she glanced over at her phone.
Guy should be calling any second now. She pressed her thighs together in anticipation. Last night had been amazing. She couldn’t remembe
