I'd been designing clothes with Julia. So far, our designs were in sync and they looked amazing. All we had to do was finish our first five collections and launch them in a runway show.
We had a lot to do before the launch, though. We had to strategize, figure out which stores to deliver our clothes to, and come up with a good marketing team.
We were in the warehouse fixing designs when Milo appeared. It was one of the few times I saw him in black casual cargo pants, a tight black t-shirt, and Timbaland boots.
His hair was slicked back and his tattoos were on full display.
"If he wasn't yours, I would snatch him up myself," Julia whispered. When Milo came closer to where we were, she smiled at him. "Welcome, Petrov."
She excused herself and scurried away. I briefly wondered how they knew one another. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know one another at all. Julia never feared anyone or anything.