On Monday morning, Michael puts his legs up on his desk and takes a sip of coffee. “You like this knit style?” he asks, holding up my clearance sweater.

“I love it,” I say.

Michael rubs his chin. “It’s something to think about. I’ll be passing all these drawings on to Stefan.”

I wait as Michael examines the rest of my sketches. My shopping mission lasted all weekend. Sunday, I hit Bergdorf’s. Whenever I caught myself missing Jake and wondering if I should have cut my shopping expedition short, I’d sketch another dress or pair of shoes. Losing myself in work is always easy.

“The spreadsheet you created of the prices makes comparing them that much easier. Seems like you had fun,” Michael comments.

“Oh my gosh — so much!” I blush, remembering my little spy getup.

“Excellent! Because I have some online detective work for you next,” Michael says. “I need you to compile a list of women’s fashion blogs. You’re looking for the blogs with the most followers. Read the comments to gauge readers’ interests. Take notes on which blogs showcase the Stefan Meyers line. It’ll help us keep tabs on who to contact for more promotions.”

“Got it,” I reply. I head to my desk and open my laptop. But before I can do anything, my phone buzzes with a text from Jake: “Rain check? 6? Frankenstein’s Tavern?”

I type back quickly. “Yes!”

With one less thing to worry about, I dive into the blogs. I check the file Michael sent me of alerts with Stefan’s name and make a spreadsheet of the blogs that mention him the most. I’m working on ranking the blogs according to the number of followers, then mentions of Stefan Meyers, when Stefan himself breezes past me. “Come, Chloe!”

Me? I think. I scramble from my seat and follow Stefan to Michael’s office.

“I wanted to deliver this great news in person!” Stefan announces. I see Michael trying to hide his surprise at Stefan’s sudden appearance. “Teen Design Diva wants Chloe to be a guest judge this season!”

“Really?” I say. I can’t believe it!

Michael looks less than thrilled. “When?”

“Today,” Stefan says excitedly. “It’s such a great opportunity. To have our intern involved in the judging keeps the spotlight on Stefan Meyers, especially with Fashion Week only two weeks away! Talk about great PR!”

“It is great PR,” Michael admits grudgingly. “But there’s still so much I’d like Chloe to do here.”

Stefan grins at me and waves off Michael’s concern. “Chloe can handle it all, can’t you?”

A little voice inside me panics. PR! Laura! Fashion Week! And now judging? Don’t forget your date with Jake! I push the panic away. “No problem,” I say, giving him a confident smile.

Michael turns to me. “How’s your blog report coming?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he turns to Stefan. “When do they need her?”

Stefan looks at his watch. “She needs to report to Design Diva headquarters on 45th Street in an hour.”

“An hour?” Michael sputters.

Stefan shrugs. “It was in a memo from two days ago, but I just saw it. Sure dodged a bullet, didn’t I? We could have missed the whole thing!”

Michael grumbles something. “There’s still so much to do. Finish the blog work, help with gift bags, see how we work with models, help out during the fashion show… the list goes on.”

My mouth hangs open at all the opportunities ahead. Stefan wasn’t kidding about glamour.

“The show is filming at the hotel you stayed in during the Teen Design Diva competition. You will be reporting to the conference room. Do you remember how to get there?”

I nod, remembering the hotel’s marble floors and large conference room where we had to sew our designs. I’m excited but feel bad for leaving Michael.

“Tomorrow, it’s back to the grind,” I promise. “In the meantime, here’s everything I’ve done so far.” I hand him my blog spreadsheets and research.

“Have fun,” Michael says reluctantly.

“Thank you!” I’m tempted to hug both him and Stefan but manage to control myself.

I leave the office with just enough time to stop in my dorm and spruce up my outfit, changing into a cute taupe dress with a black belt. If I’m going to be on TV again, I want to look my best!

The little voice in my head keeps nagging me about taking on too much, but I swat it away. Besides, Stefan made it pretty clear he wants me to go. It’s not like I could have said no, even if I’d wanted to — which I didn’t.

Just then, my phone buzzes with a message from Jake. “Can’t wait to see you tonight!”

I think about telling him about my temporary Design Diva gig, but I’m sure I’ll be done with the judging by then. “Me too!” I write back. Who says I can’t do it all?