Hazel
The smile dropped off my face.
He was looking at the shirt as if it had personally offended him. Like I had walked in and placed a piece of garbage on his desk.
"This is cheap. You know I won't wear that." His eyes were already back on his screen. "Review the document I sent to your email. You're working with Harry on it today. Finish it and report back."
My hands were still holding the shirt.
I lowered them slowly, the fabric bunching between my fingers.
Last night I barely slept. I was up lining those beads one by one, making sure every single one sat straight. My back had been hurting since I woke up this morning, from the hours hunched over Betty's table, leaning, adjusting, getting it right. The fabric alone had cost me more than I usually spent because that's how I am wi
