A waiter delivered their coffees and Seb waited until he’d moved onto another table before opening the folder. He fingered the pages, carefully examining the details, including the notes Emilia had written beside the images regarding fabric types.
‘You’re going to look fantastic,’ he said absently; then he turned to the next page. He visibly blanched and swore colourfully. ‘I’m going to look bloody ridiculous!’
Emilia bit back a smile, which she knew he wouldn’t appreciate. ‘Have a little faith, Sparky. You’ve got the height and the broad shoulders to really pull this off.’
Seb glowered darkly at her, whether because he didn’t agree or because she’d used her new nickname for him, she didn’t know. He flicked hurriedly past the rest of the costume pages until he reached the page she
