CHAPTER 61. A fashion disaster
Nick looked into that room with wild eyes and held his hands to his head. Scraps of fabric were everywhere, and not a single design remained intact.
He picked up a piece from the floor, and Valeria saw his fists clench angrily over each end of the fabric.
“They were cut cleanly. Every one of them,” he muttered. “This is—”
He had no words to describe it. He had spent weeks working on that presentation. It was the effort of an entire team who had gone out of their way to make everything perfect