The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the elegantly furnished office as Diara studied Brenda, her sharp features illuminated by the warm lighting.
The red-haired woman sat with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable, though her light skin seemed to glow under the soft radiance of the chandelier overhead.
There was something about her that intrigued Diara, not just her quiet yet commanding presence, but the way her gaze held an air of skepticism, as if she were still waiting to be convinced.
Diara leaned forward slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Miss Brenda, may I ask you something?"
Brenda arched a perfectly shaped brow. "Go ahead."
"You've seen quite a few designs today, yet you don't seem to have found one that speaks to you," Diara observed, her voice calm yet confident.
