AYRA'S POV;

As I stood outside Thorne’s Fashion House, my thoughts swirled, uncertain about my next step. Should I just walk in or turn back? Today was Saturday, and I was here based on the Job offer, from the other day by my boss's sister, though I felt a surge of nervousness I couldn’t quite shake.

Taking a deep breath, I finally stepped inside, each movement calculated, my eyes absorbing the elegance around me. Almost immediately, I felt out of place.

“Uh… good morning,” I greeted the first person I saw, a woman busy pushing a mobile wardrobe brimming with clothes.

Without missing a beat, she replied, “Hello, how may...