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“Make it prime.” His gaze concentrated on the dress and he examined it again. “It’s definitely a conversation. Drop the blazer and move to finish this.”
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” I was on my feet hugging him and let out a happy squeak, then covered my mouth.
“One noisy cheer is okay. And you earned it. But now, let me tell you what you need to change.” Tomas took out a pad and sketched the changes that he wanted on the garment as I listened and took notes. This was what I’d come here for. This moment. I’d finally done something he was interested in seeing more of. Designing was Tomas’s vision here, and he ran the show. “I’d like to see your progress tomorrow.”
Tomas had started making hard deadlines to get us to create on our feet and be ready for anything. But there were only a few hours left before I had to meet Ms. Crane at Musée D’Orsay.
“Yes. Of course. Thank you, Tomas. I’ll have something to show you.” I’m sure my smile was the brightest it had ever been. There was a lot of work, but there was no way I was leaving here without progress.
“Good, Nadia.” Tomas squeezed my shoulder and moved on to the next person. I took out my phone and sent a text to Paul.
Nadia: Guess who’s creating knits for Tomas. It’s nothing concrete, but he’s interested in seeing more of a knit dress I made!!
Paul wrote back almost instantly.
Paul: I’m not surprised. I’m proud of you. We’ll celebrate when we are together again.
Nadia: When?
Paul: I’m hoping soon, but I don’t want to give you a time if I can’t show. I love you.
Nadia: I love you too.
Paul: Have fun with my mom.
Nerves danced in my stomach. I still wasn’t sure what we would talk about.
Nadia: Are you sure it will be okay?
Paul: She’ll love you. Don’t worry.
Ms. Crane didn’t love me when she met me in New York City. However, she did apologize, and she was trying. If my parents can forgive Gunnar, then maybe I could stop holding grudges, too.
Tomas had a lot of changes, and I went to work, getting the type of wool he wanted me to add to the dress. I had only cut it out before Wyatt held up an espresso he made for me. “Merci. Ca va?”
“Comme ci, comme ca,” Wyatt replied, gesturing so-so. He showed me the changes Tomas asked him to make on his jacket.
“Well, at least you get to use it. I’m practically starting over.” I showed him the changes to the dress I was making. We both looked over our lists and also offered ideas, which was something I loved doing since I came here. Everything could be improved, and every time we had to make a change, it really was for the better.
Josephine came to my workstation. “Did you contact the department to get the dresses from archive for the meeting tomorrow?”
I reached over and patted my iPad. “I’ve already spoken with Dauphine. I’ll be here at nine a.m. to help with the set-up.”
“Merci. Bien?” She paused, but Wyatt and I could see the strain on her face of wanting to move on.
“Très bien, very well,” I said. Wyatt echoed.
She rushed away, and we smirked at each other. I’d finally realized Josephine mostly gave us things she didn’t want to do.
“Nadia, I want you to come dancing.”
“When?” I asked.
“This weekend?”
Xander was due for a visit, and knowing him, he would expect something fun to do. He was the only person I ever met that got depressed if they stayed in for a night. “Yes, I’d love to go. I’ll bring Xander with me.”
“You will?” he asked with a grin. “Great.”
