Olivia's POV
I followed Christopher to the dining table, still wearing his shirt and slightly exposed. As we settled in, I couldn't help but admire the spread before us - golden pancakes, crispy bacon (well, mostly crispy), and fresh fruit.
"This looks amazing," I said, reaching for a pancake.
As we dug into our breakfast, Christopher cleared his throat. "So, about today. We need to visit Valerie and see if she's finished the costumes."
I paused mid-bite. "Already? But you only gave her less than a day. That's not much time."
"That's how movies work. Time is money."
"But designing and sewing multiple outfits in less than 24 hours? That's insane."