The whirring of the sewing machines, usually a comforting background noise, seemed amplified today, each buzz and whir a jarring reminder of the chaotic events of the morning. Lyse sat at her desk, staring at her table screen, but the lines of dress she was trying to design felt like squiggly lines before her eyes and they refused to make sense. Her mind kept replaying the confrontation with Levi and Brandon, the raw emotions that had surfaced, the lingering hurt and confusion. She tried to focus on her work, to immerse herself in the familiar rhythm of her tasks, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the two men, their words echoing in her mind.