Evelyn packed the last batch of her dresses she was going to bring to London. She had packed Leon’s about an hour ago too.
Her hands dragged the zip of the luggage, aggressively, in an attempt to close it, but it didn’t just close.
“Ughh.” she sighed, frustrated at her wasted effort. She turned to look at Leon who was just eating a bar of chocolate, very unbothered. He turned to her and she wanted to speak but she held it in.
“I’m just going to call Zara,” she muttered and Leon nodded in agreement.
The London Fashion show was literally in a week. They were leaving for London the next morning and it felt like she hadn’t gotten any single thing done. These past few weeks had been really hectic for her. Designers calling her, investors trying to get in partnership with her, because the
