The day was extremely hectic, more hectic than she had expected. Amelia had begun to slowly understand why Damien looked the way he did when she had met him the previous day. Due to the incoming fashion weeks, she and Damien had been going around from one team of designers to another, ensuring that the pieces created aligned with the collection theme, The Season of the Sun. Maybe it would have been much easier if not for the fact that for every team they went to, Damien had some sort of criticism or another.
"It's The Season of the Sun, not The Season of Shit."
"Come on, we are preparing for a fashion week, not some kids' show."
"Was this part of the drafts sent to me? Because I am pretty sure I never approved that."
"I know anything can be art, but I'm sorry, this is just trash."
Amelia had begun to feel bad for some of the designers. While some of the criticisms were fairly needed, she felt that others were unnecessary. However, she kept quiet, besides, he was the boss.
