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For all the work I'd put into the project over the past three weeks, I hadn't even considered that Daniel was doing the same.
"Are we ready for Mrs. Kendall tomorrow?" I asked weakly, half afraid of Daniel's answer. I knew instinctively that he wouldn't lie and I wanted desperately to hear him say something positive. One look at his drawings had me feeling very amateurish; he had been right, I was indeed a tiny, little fish swimming in a very big pond.
Daniel leaned over me, rifling through the sketches spread across my drafting table. To me they seemed suddenly like silly fluff; idealized doodles of the building as it might once have been, and more embarrassingly, a few drawings of my personal vision for the restoration. I'd even added colour and faint outlines of landscaping where it seemed appropriate.
My intention had been to make the project goals easy for Mrs. Kendall to grasp, and Maddock had seemed amenable that afternoon when he'd seen them. So why couldn't I help feeling that it was the Dragon's opinion which mattered most?
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