Pierce closely watched Arianna as she diligently made her way through the warehouse. He tried to give her some space; however Pierce was curious about how Arianna's creative mind worked.

"Piercy Poo, you're hovering," Arianna called out as she browsed through the large selection of area rugs.

"My bad," he mumbled, leaving Arianna to her own devices.

Arianna smirked once Pierce walked away. She knew that he was excited to see what she would come up with, but at the same time, Pierce was stressing her the hell out. He scrapped an Amara Lewis design for her, and Arianna knew that she had to come correct. The thought of disappointing...