Chapter Forty-Five - The Designer

Two days later, Luna sat at her desk, Honor’s top designer at her fashion company seating in the chair across from her.

“So, let me get this straight,” Andi DeLaughter, the designer, said, “you want me to be your personal designer even though you’ve got no fashion house, no affiliation or collaboration with the fashion industry and you rarely get invited to any fashion show or event that my work can be recognized and/or admired.”

Since Andi hadn’t posed the statement as a question, Luna just shrugged. Andi’s eyes narrowed, she stared at Luna.

“Huh,” she said simply.

Luna found she wanted to smile, the twenty-three year old genius designer was obviously still well in her young and free prime, every emotion she was feeling was spelled out on her face, none masked or restrained in any way whatsoever. Now, her brows were furrowed as she appeared to be in thought.

Luna had researched her- or Rita had, she amended to herself, at her request- and given that Andi had only been in the fas