"Then you should go," he replied simply.
"Will you come with me?" I asked, then immediately felt foolish for asking. "Actually, never mind. You probably have work to do and I should handle this myself..."
"Claire," Julian interrupted gently. "I'll come with you if you want me there. But you don't need me. You can handle this on your own."
I thought about it for a moment, weighing my options. "I want you there," I said finally. "Not because I can't do it alone, but because I want to share this with someone who understands what it means."
Julian's expression softened slightly. "Then I'll be there," he said.
***
Two hours later, we were standing in a fabric showroom that looked like something out of a designer's dream.
Bolts of fabric lined the walls from floor to ceiling, every color
