Chapter 32. Who Did This?

Travis’s phone chimed with the distinctive alert of an incoming message, and he reached for it, his fingers sliding across the sleek surface as he unlocked the screen. The soft hum of his studio mingled with the faint city sounds outside his window—distant sirens, the rumble of passing cars, and the occasional bark of a dog. It was a quiet moment, and yet, the sudden vibration of the phone seemed to pull him entirely into a new world: one dictated by Camila’s creativity.

The message was from her, accompanied by an image file that loaded slowly on his high-resolution display. He watched as the design appeared, line by line, color by color, like an artist revealing a secret.

“Check out this draft,” her message read. “My favorite part? The necklace detail, inspired by the mole on our model’s collarbone.”

Travis let out a low whistle, leaning forward to tap the s