EPILOGUE | Holly
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Three months later...
The clock ticks over to five, and I drop my sketchpad like it’s on fire, kicking both of my feet to the battered wooden floor of our warehouse space. “See ya!”
“What?” Scott looks up from the work table where we’ve scattered every fabric scrap we own, and glares at me. “You can’t leave! I’m surrounded by idiots! I’ll never make it!”
I level him a Stop Being Dramatic Stare, and when that doesn’t work, I grin. I can’t help it. Only another hour—maybe two—before he’s here.
“It’s Friday,” I remind Scott, working my fingers through the tangles in my hair and rebraiding it. “Call it quits and start the weekend.”
“I can’t quit. I’m in the middle of a breakthrough and I’m surrounded by idiots!”
“Then keep going.” The interns gasp at my flippa
