Lisa’s POV
Since I got my office everything blurred into a high-speed montage of mood boards, logistics, late night rehearsals, and iced coffee fueled brainstorms.
I hadn’t realized how fast things had escalated until I caught myself answering emails in the middle of the night, whispering concepts into my phone’s voice notes like a madwoman. The rhythm of Red Loom wasn’t for the faint of heart, but I’d found myself syncing with it like I was born into it.
Home wasn’t calm either. Ronan had his own chaos to manage, but the moments when we crossed paths were… grounding.
He’d pause whatever he was doing, just to ask how my day went. It didn’t seem like much, but it made all the difference.
Even Damon had taken to checking in before bed like some overprotective older brother. Maybe wolves
