I desperately turned my head away, but Julian suddenly let go and doubled over, laughing. "What are you thinking, little bunny? I don't have a habit of forcing myself on anyone."
Clara asked, "What can I do for you?"
"I want you to design an outfit for me. It has to look better than the one you made for Tristan," Julian said, his expression turning serious.
I was momentarily dazed. For Tristan's 18th birthday, I had designed an outfit for him myself.
He had been absolutely thrilled and showed it off to everyone.
Julian had tugged at my sleeve back then, asking if I could make one for him too.
I agreed at the time, but not long after, he confessed his feelings to me.
To avoid leading him on, I intentionally distanced myself from him. Once he moved abroad, we rarely kept in touch.
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