Victoria's POV
I had been stunned to receive a dinner invitation from Caleb Blackwood. I didn't think I had made such an impression on her. I had been nervous at first, but then I reminded myself that Caleb was a nice person, kind even.
The restaurant Caleb had chosen exuded sophistication, from its crystal chandeliers to the fine linen napkins folded into intricate shapes. The scent of rich cuisine wafted through the air, mingling with the soft notes of a live pianist in the corner. It was calming, and Caleb's warm, genuine demeanor put me even more at ease.
She had invited me here as a gesture of appreciation for my good work so far, but as we talked, I realized this wasn't just about gratitude. Caleb Blackwood was truly interested in me—not just as an employee but as a designer and individual.
"So, Victoria," Caleb began, her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity, "tell me more about your creative process. How do you begin crafting a piece like that necklace of yours?"