He was right, but I couldn't help it. These samples represented everything I'd been working toward. Weeks of planning and designing and hoping and dreaming, all coming together in five pieces of clothing.
What if they weren't good enough? What if I'd been fooling myself this whole time? Julian must have seen the worry on my face because his expression softened.
"Come here," he said, gesturing to the couch.
I sat down beside him and he handed my phone back.
"The samples are going to be good," he said firmly. "You chose quality fabrics, you worked with an experienced production house, and your designs are strong. There's no reason to think it won't turn out well."
"But what if..."
"No what-ifs," Julian interrupted gently. "You've done everything right. Now you just have to trust the pr
