pov: “Jake, come here. Hold this.” You rushed toward him, handing him a piece of silk as you pinned it against the mannequin. “Don’t move! This needs to be perfect!” Jake laughed, standing completely still. “Whose dress is this now?” “Miss Andrea’s. She needs this because she’s representing our department.” He nodded, carefully holding the fabric in place. “I hope you can make our representative’s dress too.” You raised an eyebrow. “Dream on, Jake. I’m expensive.” You both laughed. “I know.” “I