The meeting hall buzzed with electrified murmurs, a cacophony of awe and speculation swirling around the identity of the enigmatic designer, Snow.
"Do you think she’ll finally reveal herself at the fair?" A woman whispered to her companion.
"She must be with one of the major jewelry companies—maybe even a Wright collaborator under a pseudonym," another murmured.
Near the back, a group of junior designers huddled together, their eyes alight. "Imagine if she showed up next month. That would be fantastic"
An older executive adjusted his glasses, scoffing. "Snow? The same woman who single-handedly revived the Wright heirlooms? If Madame Samantha Wright-Simon entrusted her with the family’s crown jewels, she’s no mere designer—she’s a ghost in the machine."
"A ghost the Wrights would ki
