SAPPHIRE'S home studio was now a beautiful chaos of tulle, organza, and sparkling crystals. Paris Couture Week was only days away, and the final polishing of the collection was in full swing.
Sapphire knelt on the floor, carefully placing Swarovski crystals on the hem of her finale gown.
"Ate Marie, paki-check nga 'yung draping sa likod? I want the train to look like a cascading waterfall kapag naglakad ang model," Sapphire instructed, her eyes sharp and focused.
"Noted, Ma'am Saph! Perfect na 'yung fit sa bodice, konting adjust na lang sa laylayan," the head seamstress replied cheerfully.
Before Sapphire could stand up, the door of the studio slid open.
"Mommy!" a bright, energetic voice echoed. Drake ran across the room, proudly holding up a crumpled piece of drawing paper. Right be
