"Ms. Hart," the wedding planner called. She bustled over to the lounge room of her office, carrying a portfolio of themes for the big day. "This is our latest compilation. I apologize for how it looks. It's still in the works but we wanted to open all options for you."
Eve sat sideways with one ankle tucked behind the other. For the occasion, she had chosen a rosy pink pencil skirt made of wool and a cream chiffon blouse. Her scarlet hair was swept to one side. It had already grown past her shoulders since she had it cut.
A pearl-crusted hair clip cinched one side of her head.
She placed her coffee cup back on the saucer before placing both on the table. Then, she browsed the portfolio. Her head nodded as she flipped the pages. "I'm not sure what you mean, Mishta. This looks as wonderful as the others."
Mishta, the wedding planner, smiled and bowed her head. "You're too kind, Ms. Hart."
