The surrounding scenery now brought her nothing but emptiness.
"Let's go, Clara." Anthony took her hand and led her into the building.
Javis was a Japanese man in his forties—lean, vibrant, with long flowing hair that gave him a bohemian flair.
When he saw Clara, he nodded approvingly. "At last, I meet the famous Miss Green."
Flustered, Clara smoothed her hair and stammered, "Your reputation precedes you."
Anthony chuckled, explaining, "Clara, Javis handpicks every client—only works with those he deems worthy."
Javis countered, "Exactly. When Mr. Lancaster showed me your photos, I knew instantly I had to design for someone like you."
Clara grew even more self-conscious. She'd never considered herself remarkable, but then again, geniuses were capricious by nature. Their tastes defied
