New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 237 Asking Permission

The next morning, Claire was already in her office when she decided it was time to bring Talia and Adrian together for a brainstorming session. With the fashion show just around the corner, she needed all hands-on deck. She shot off a quick message to both of them and within an hour, they were all gathered around Claire's office.

"So, let's talk about the fashion show," Claire started, getting straight to business.

"So," Adrian started, leaning back in his chair with a grin, "I've been thinking. What if we redo the entire collection with a mix of fire elements? Something bold, something that screams we're not backing down. Since the fire ruined the fashion show. The fire could symbolize our spirits unquenchable, unbreakable. The audience won't know what hit them."

Talia's eyes lit up as she tapped her fingers on her chin. "I love that! Fire is so powerful, so fierce. I can already picture a few designs with some fiery details. I will talk to the other designers maybe their ideas could bring in some fresh perspectives too." Claire nodded, already imagining the dramatic impact it could have. "And for the venue?" she asked, tapping a pen against her lips as she thought.

They are all deep in thought until Claire shares her ideas. "How about an outdoor theme?"

Adrian snapped his fingers as an idea struck him. "Why not use my family's mansion on the outskirts of London? It's got plenty of space, and since most of the family is in the city, the place is practically empty."

Claire turned to him, a bit surprised. "Your mansion? Are you sure that's okay?"

Adrian shrugged like it was no big deal. "Of course. The place could use a little action. Plus, it has a stunning garden area that we could use for the show. The whole thing could be outdoors, but with enough warmth from heaters to keep everyone comfortable." Claire raised an eyebrow, impressed. "You're sure about that? It's a big ask."

Adrian shrugged with a smile. "It's fine, really. My family only goes there for vacations, and most of them are in the city right now and I think it'll be perfect for what we're planning."

"Alright, then it's settled," Claire said, clapping her hands together. "We'll use the mansion. I just need to check in with Armetta to get her permission to hold another fashion show. After that, we can proceed with the plan."

The three of them continued to bounce ideas off each other, diving into the nitty-gritty details of the show. Claire suggested inviting some of the biggest names in the fashion industry, the kind of people who could really elevate the event's profile. Talia scribbled down notes as fast as she could, her excitement bubbling over.

of the office to meet with Armetta. As the three of them walked down the hallway, Matthew

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grinning. "Got it, boss. But if you don't come back, I'm totally taking

a playful pat on the shoulder. "Keep

he nodded at Adrian, who returned the gesture. "Good luck with Armetta," Matthew said as he turned to head into

"You know, you've never really told me how you and Matthew

always so private, especially when it came to the people she trusted most. He found himself curious too, wondering what kind of history Claire and

satisfied with the vague answer, however, Claire changed the subject before Talia could ask more. "So, Adrian, where are you

"I'm flying to America for a few days. I have some business to handle over there. But don't worry, I'll be back just in time for the fashion show." Claire nodded, her usual composed expression softening slightly. "Safe travels, then. And don't forget to bring back some of that American charm for the show." Adrian laughed, shaking his head. "I'll do my best. But you know, Claire, nothing beats London

got a lot riding on this show." They reached the elevator, and as the doors opened, Claire turned to

in front of Armetta's house, the kind of place that screamed old money with

couldn't

flowers lining

they made their way to

asked, glancing

but her hands were fidgeting with her purse strap, giving away her nerves.

the door, and

deep breath before pressing the doorbell. The chime echoed through the house, and they both stood there, waiting. The wait felt longer than it

in a crisp uniform that looked straight out of a movie. She

her throat. "We're here

gesture. "Please, come in. I'll inform Mrs. Armetta of your