Anna had never been to Cliff's fashion studio in seaport district before. Light poured in from the bishop windows that late afternoon, illuminating the clean spacious place. Racks of designer dresses, shelves of accessories lined one side of the grayish white walls. A wide center table was covered in sketches, fabrics and threads.
The place bustled with staff and apprentices running errands, stylists and makeup artists were preparing for a shoot and the sound of hair driers and styles tools, coupled with excited chatter, could be heard outside Cliff's office. She left Truce in the lobby, while she went upstairs with the boss, to discuss trivial wedding issues.
