The air in Isabelle’s office was crisp with the scent of fresh flowers and lemon-polished wood. Sunlight spilled across her desk, warming the edges of scattered sketches and fabric swatches.
Sophia leaned against the desk, nursing an iced coffee, flipping through a design prototype. “You know,” she said casually, “you really should take a vacation. A real one. Preferably far from your ex-husband.”
Isabelle shot her a look over the rim of her own mug. “Are we seriously having this conversation again?”
“I’m just saying,” Sophia shrugged. “You’re sleep-deprived, emotionally compromised, and living in close quarters with the man who shattered your heart. That’s not exactly a healing environment.”
Before Isabelle could respond, a knock cut through the moment.
“Come in,” she called, expecti
