CLAIRE
We stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a long moment before Julian finally pulled back. "Dinner will be here in twenty minutes," he said, his voice slightly rough.
"Okay," I replied, not quite ready to let go.
Julian's hands slid down my arms slowly before he stepped away completely.
"I'm going to change," he said, gesturing to his climbing clothes. "Be right back."
I nodded and walked to the couch, sitting down and pulling out my phone.
The photo Nina had sent of the boutique window was still on my screen. I scrolled through the comments on Modern Fashion's social media post about it.
Most were supportive, praising the designs, expressing excitement about the collection.bBut some weren't.
"She's only getting attention because of the attack. Publicity stunt."
"Using tra
