Chapter 31. My Designs, My Rules

Camila’s fingers danced over the keyboard with a frenetic, yet graceful, urgency. The last stroke of her digital pen had sealed not just her design but also a piece of her soul onto the canvas, and now it was time to share the triumph. The soft hum of her apartment filled the room, mingling with the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional siren, creating a backdrop that somehow made her feel both alone and profoundly alive.

“Look at this, Travis,” she typed, attaching a cropped section of her latest creation, vibrant even in its incomplete revelation. “Can you believe we actually pulled it off?”

Her phone buzzed almost immediately, and she could already picture Travis’s grin, the way his eyes always seemed to light up when he saw something beautiful. His response arrived with the quick enthusiasm she had come to cherish.

“Wow, Camila! This is incredible.