"Yes, I'll look into it later. Make sure the dresses are ready for the girls. I'll inform them later so they can start preparing," Megan said into her phone, her voice smooth but firm, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
After a quick confirmation on the other end, she ended the call, lowering her phone onto the desk beside a stack of neatly arranged folders.
She was seated in her expansive office on the top floor of the Veila building. The floors were polished white marble, the walls adorned with soft matte textures and curated art. Floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the evening sunlight to bathe the room in gold, casting long shadows and reflecting softly off the glossy surfaces.
She had barely returned her attention to the open folder in front of her when the double doors slammed open with a loud crack, startling the silence.
Sharp heels clicked rapidly against the pristine floor like gunfire—rushed, aggressive, and without apology.
