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Oh and guess what, I wore one of your tops to a charity lunch I went to today and everyone was asking where I got it

So I told them about you and they were all raving about your Insta. Have you checked your orders today?

Really? Wow. No, I’ll check now

I’ve always taken care of my own orders but one thing I did manage to organize before I left New York was to get a small agency to handle my orders for me until I get set up in L.A.

I’ve got around fifty garments I’ve made that are available for sale, mostly unique pieces but also some that are copies of the designs I post on Instagram. One of those is the top Sloane bought from me after I wore it to meet her for a drink one night when she was out in the Hamptons for work.

Holy hell.

I’ve had ten new orders this morning, all of the same top, which is now sold out.

I made two thousand dollars today.

That’s more than I’ve made in the past two months from my business.

Sloane! I can’t believe it! They ALL sold!!!

Yay! Told you, you wild talent!! Some of them are influencers too so you should get a lot more orders within the next week or so. I told them to tag you and promote the hell out of you because you’re the sweetest

Omg. Thank you soooooo much, honey. Really I’ll have to hit the ground running as soon as I get to LA

For a VACATION. You still might come back to NY

We’ll see. Thank you, Sloane!!!!!! I have to go but I’ll try to call in the next day or two. TYSM

Of course, bestie. Be safe! And have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

It’s the first time I’ve ever had more than one order at a time.

I check my Instagram and do a double-take.

I have athousandnew followers. One of Sloane’s friends—who has over 100K followers—has tagged me in a new post. She’s wearing my top.How cute is this! Follow @lilabaileydesigns #lilabailey #lilabaileydesigns #ilovethistop

Holy shit.

I realize there are tears in my eyes becausethis—right here—is what I’ve been busting my ass for, for a whole year and for many years before that, with no breaks and not even a single day off.

It’s working. Finally.

I hear Colton’s phone ring from the other room. “Hey,” he says, and I’m guessing it’s one of his brothers from the deeply familiar tone he falls into when he talks to one of them. “I’m fine, thanks for asking…I already explained this to Cash…No, I’m not giving you details…I’m not telling you that, bro, so you can chill the fuck out.” He laughs lightly. “It might…As I mentioned to your CEO early this morning, that’s none of his business—oryours…Yeah, a week.” Colton sighs dramatically. “Jesus. I promise you, I’m fine. Why is everyone freaking out because I decided to take a week off after two fucking years of not taking a single vacation? It’s called spontaneity, Noah, you should try it sometime.” Another pause. “Bets? Well, you can all fuck off.” More low laughter. “I’m hanging up now…yes…okay, bro, you enjoy your night too. Later…I’m hanging up on you now…goodnight, shithead.”

There’s a knock at the hotel room door and Colton goes to answer it. The scent of delicious food hits me and my mouth waters.

I can hear the sounds of carts being wheeled in and Colton thanking the waiters, then the door closing.

“Lila,” Colton calls from the other room. “Food’s here.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

I wipe my eyes and go into the main room.

The large dining room table is covered with plates and plates of food.

Steaks, a bowl full of crispy smashed potatoes, a gigantic salad, roasted vegetables, pitchers of sauces and dressings, a fruit plate, a fully-loaded antipasto platter, a chocolate cake, bottled water, a bottle of red wine and another chilling bottle of champagne.

“Wow,” I gasp.

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