Mia POV

Mia peeked at Willison as he furrowed his brow and held up two negligees in his hand trying to determine if they were the same or not. She smiled. She couldn’t help it. This afternoon, she felt sure she was headed for certain ruin, but now she thought she might make it through with only a few delays. She had more stock than she initially thought, and she had more than enough raw materials to make the rest of the orders. She would probably have to send some grovelling emails to some customers and offer them a discount or free shipping or something to make up for the...