“What is this again, Léonard? I said the sketch for the Fall Collection must reflect serenity, not chaos.”
Yssabelle’s voice echoed through the design studio. She wore a fitted beige cashmere turtleneck paired with wide-leg white trousers—flawless, as always—but today, her patience wore thin.
Her team fell quiet. A few interns looked down, pretending to work on their tablets. Only Léonard, her creative director, dared to hold her gaze.
“I was only exploring a bolder angle, Yssabelle,” Léonard defended softly. “But of course, I’ll revise.”
Yssa sighed and turned away, rubbing her temples. “It’s not just about bold. It’s about balance. I want pieces that breathe with elegance... not scream for attention.”
She excused herself from the room, stepping into the glass hallway overlooking the
