Chapter 248
~Octavia~
The heavy, soundproof glass doors of the elite Kiara's atelier shut out the relentless, flashing chaos of Manhattan's media storm, burying us in a world of clothing luxury.
To escape the suffocating headlines, Franklin had bought out the entire building for the evening. There were no flashing cameras here, no invasive questions from paparazzi, and no nervous glances from people.
Franklin sat on a plush, charcoal velvet armchair in the center of the private dressing suite. His long legs were casually crossed, his tailored trousers immaculate, and his dark midnight-blue vest hugged his broad chest perfectly.
I stepped out onto the low circular podium, smoothing down the fabric of the custom gown the designer had spent the last hour adjusting.
