Chapter 59

ELORA'S POV The house felt strangely quiet the moment we stepped in. Lucian didn't say a word, he just went upstairs without sparing me a glance. Typical. I stayed back in the living room, trying not to overthink in the silence. I brought a little work from the office that I should probably start working on before it gets too late. I laid out all the materials on the nearby table, trying to arrange them when my phone rang. A call from Lucas. I picked up immediately, leaning into the couch. “Elora,” he called from the other end. “have you gone through the sketches we talked about yesterday?” “Yes,” I said, pulling the folder close to me. “I think the cuts are good, but the fabrics you picked won't give it that effortless flow we're aiming for. It'll look stiff.” “So, what are you suggesting?” Lucas asked. I tapped my pen on the page several times. “Chiffon for the evening gowns, layered with satin in some parts. It will still hold shape but give that dreamy, floating movement. Oliver al