Chloe stood in front of the open wardrobe, her fingers trailing over the soft fabrics of the dresses hanging inside. She had spent the last thirty minutes picking out and discarding options, yet she still hadn’t decided on what to wear.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered under her breath, holding up a navy blue dress against her body. It was elegant, with a fitted bodice and a flowy skirt. She turned to the mirror, examining herself, but after a few seconds, she frowned and tossed the dress onto the growing pile on the bed.
The door creaked open, and Stacy, her designer, stepped inside. She was holding a clipboard, but when she saw the mess of dresses scattered around, she raised an eyebrow. She had expected Chloe to wait up till she was here to of course so her job.
"Having a hard time
