epped int

or like fallen trees. Half-dressed mannequins stood in random co

und a central cutting table,

behind Helena. The loud th

nstantly. Four pairs o

hair sitting on the ed

-haired girl said loudly. "Another littl

t laughed. The mockery in t

still. She let her eyes sweep over the room,

at and slipped it off her shoulder

e dress. The cut highlighted her posture

went de

She looked down at her own oversized

out a low whistle. "Well, at lea

an, sh

rkest corner of the room.

He was tall, with shoulder-length dark curls. He wore

and

ooked at the seams of her dress. He looked at how the fabric fell

er said, stopping in front of

Helena said. Her voi

oked up int

g closer. "I do not care who you know. In my studio, you a

hit her like

step back. She

," she c

ved into a sharp sm

down a thick, battered black folder. He walked back and drop

oenix project,"

irl gasped. Donov

" Lysander explained. "It is a mess of conflicting ideas and unusabl

folder with

mething beautiful out of this

death sentence fo

n. She saw neon green synthetic fabrics paire

up at Lysander. Her heart beat a s

rang clear through the silent room. "I will hav

e stared at her, his eyes se

r, turned around, and walked tow