THE BUILDING UP
The warehouse became our project. Julian handled the contractors. I handled the design. Together, we walked through the empty rooms, imagining what they could become. "This will be the studio," I said, standing in the largest room. "Big windows. Good light. Space for multiple brides at once." Julian nodded. "And this?" He stood in the room next to it. "The foundation office. Desks, computers, a private space for clients to talk." "You've thought about this." "I've been thinking about it my whole life." I looked at him. "I just didn't know it." --- The work took months. Walls were knocked down. Floors were refinished. Windows were replaced. The old warehouse groaned and shifted, becoming something new. Vanessa came by every week, bringing coffee, asking questions, offering opinion
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