Aubrey’s pov ;
I stormed through the office doors, my heart thundering in my chest. The sun had barely risen, but I couldn’t wait another second. My designs, the ones I had poured my heart and soul into, were gone.
And the wedding—the wedding of the year—was just days away.
“Sophia!” I called out the moment I entered. She was waiting for me by the reception desk, her face pale and anxious.
"Aubrey, I’m so sorry—"
“How could this happen?” I cut her off, my voice sharp and frantic. “How could the designs just go missing?”
“I don’t know,” she said, wringing her hands together, “but I’ve checked everywhere—”
“Clearly not everywhere!” My tone was harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. The panic had wrapped itself around me like a vice, tightening with every second that ticked by.