ELISHA's POV
I looked over at the food Brent had placed on the table, the warm aroma filling the room. He’d gone out of his way to bring me something special — Braised Leeks with Mozzarella and a Lamb Salad with Fregola. Not the usual breakfast fare, but he always had this way of being thoughtful in unexpected ways.
“Thanks,” I murmured. "Ah, by the way, our clients emailed me. They’ll be arriving earlier than we thought. Around lunchtime, actually. I’ve got my designs ready, so no worries there. How about you? Is everything good on your end?"
He nodded, looking calm, but I could tell by his expression that he was already in work mode. “Yeah, I’ve got everything prepared. I’ll finalize the display arrangements later this morning,” he replied, glancing briefly at his watch as if planning
