Gianna smiled, floating in happiness, as she scrolled through the news of the day as published by the KN newspapers, and carried also by the other dozens of papers in the country:
— the alliance of her and Areso's hard work brought to the movies, the signed contracts and all, production dates already fixed, which would precede the making of the trailer.
Gianna felt high. She couldn't wait to see her collections worn by movie heroes, villains—whichever. She was just happy. It was another breakthrough.
She twirled on the chair that allowed for rotation, her hands raised to the ceiling as if saying hallelujah, while her lips kept whispering, yes.
Again, she wondered if she was indulging in too much happiness for one person; everything had been going so smoothly lately, at least for her.
She couldn't say the same for Clement and his family. She laughed. Or Zane.
