Roz finally convinced me it would be good for our portfolio.
I’ve mostly been dealing with his assistant, Vonnie.
She speaks about him as though the sun shines out of his ass.
Guess he’s used to having people fawn all over him.
Waiting list is the length of Brunswick Street to book a tattoo session with him.
Spare me.
I don’t have time for pretentious wankers like that.
So the sooner we get tomorrow’s party over and done with, the better.
The minute we’re done, I’m out of there.
Never gonna hear the name Amos Vale again.
I might drive out to the lake for a few days.
The perfect escape to recover from all this nonsense.
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What’s next on my checklist?
Florist. Caterer. Photographer.
That’s all tracking nicely so far.
Where are we going to set up the guest arrival area?
Let me do a walk through.
The studio is gorgeous, I have to admit.
Glass frontage stretches across most of the ground floor.
At reception, the name is etched in clean metallic lettering.
Warm timber panelling curves to one side.
Subtle lighting strips merge along the floor and ceiling.
At night they will glow softly.
Cool, atmospheric, and understated.
The kind of detail that elevates a space from ordinary to memorable.
At least somebody here understands presentation.
I slip my hands into my pockets, observing the angles, flow, and sight lines.
In my mind, the empty pavement outside transforms instantly.
The guest arrival area will begin just past the doorway.
