Summer’s POV
The first day of the project started earlier than I expected.
By seven-thirty the following morning, I was already standing in front of my wardrobe, trying to decide whether I looked professional enough to meet the kind of clients whose house probably cost more than most people’s entire lifetime earnings.
I eventually settled on a fitted black pair of trousers, a soft cream blouse tucked neatly into the waistband, and a tailored camel blazer.
I slipped into low heels, because I had learned very quickly that looking professional and being able to walk around a construction site for hours were two very different things.
My hair was pulled into a sleek low ponytail.
I kept my makeup simple.
Concealer.
Mascara.
A little blush.
Nude lipstick.
Nothing that required consta
