“Aurelia, have you been living under a rock?” Veronica gasped. “There’s only one Wolf Woods Manor, and that belongs to the Lupins. They’re practically royalty, just without the tabloids. And now, they’re inviting you to design a dress for their leading lady? Do you know what this means?”
My marketing manager nearly jumped out of their seat. “We’ll be huge! All the packs will want you designing their dresses.”
"Hold on." I stood, gripping my desk. "Veronica, are you sure this isn't a scam? Did you verify—"
She rolled her eyes so hard I worried they'd stick. "I triple-checked. The steward sounded like he graduated from How to Be Impeccably Polite University. They even offered to pay a deposit upfront. This is real.”
My mouth went dry.
"So, are you free this week?" Veronica pressed. "Her
