"It's going to look even better when you wear it to the launch party on Friday," Zara stated, dropping the dress over Diana's arm. She turned to Sophie. "We need to tailor the waistline on the charcoal trousers. They're sitting a fraction of an inch too low."
"On it," Sophie said, already grabbing her measuring tape.
Ryan leaned against one of the heavy steel pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling, watching the three women operate.
The dynamic was flawless. There was no competition for his attention. They were a cohesive, highly functional unit, executing a massive logistical operation with the same ruthless efficiency they applied to the software company
"Iralis," Zara called out, turning toward the kitchen.
The systems architect looked up from her laptop, pushing her wire-rimmed glasses up her nose. "Yes?"
