ARIA
I rushed out of the house, keys clenched tightly in my hand, my heart racing, not from excitement, but from panic. I hated keeping people waiting, especially Mr. George’s clients. He had sounded like today was important since I was going to be working with a celebrity. I needed to go smoothly, and I didn’t want to be the weak link.
Still, confusion tugged at me as I hurried down the steps.
The last time I had visited the studio space, the work hadn’t been close to finished. Walls were still bare in places. Some installations hadn’t even arrived. There was dust everywhere, wires exposed, and corners that still needed shaping. It had been overwhelming, but also thrilling.
Mr. George had insisted on starting from scratch.
Buying an already completed space would have been easier, but
