SYDNEY'S POV

I stared at the man who supplied us with cotton, my mouth agape. His lips were pressed tight, and he refused to meet my gaze as he remained adamant.

"Why?!" I repeated. I had asked this question a thousand times, but all the man kept telling me was that he simply didn't want to do business with Luxe Vogue again.

Now, a mere supplier telling us he wasn't interested in supplying raw material wouldn't have been a problem. I mean, we could easily search for another supplier with the same quality. Yes, the process of securing a legitimate supplier with the same high standards would be cumbersome, but...