Stepping into a small cafe, where I decided to meet Ms. Lisa Barber, I brightened as the sweet scent of coffee welcomed me, as I stepped into the cafe. It was welcoming, especially after a full day at the set, posing with the spring collection. Letting out a small sigh, I stepped toward the counter, requesting a small latte, since I rarely drink coffee.
"A person is waiting in the corner, Duchess Willow." The store owner pointed at the far corner, where plants blocked the view of the person. Nodding my head, I stepped away from the counter, grabbing a couple of napkins and a staw to ease my nerves. I walked to where Ms. Barber was sitting.
"I didn't expect you to be early," I muttered, taking a seat in the leather chair, across from here, setting my napkins and glancing at her journal and tape recorder in her hand. She was chewing on the top of her ballpoint pen while looking down at her notes, which had dozens of questions.
