MACEY
Evelyn was one of those people who just… made you feel calm. You know the type... soft-spoken but confident, with a smile that felt like sunlight after rain.
“Macey Carter,” she said, her tone genuinely welcoming. “I’ve heard some lovely things about your work.”
That alone almost made me blush. “Good things, I hope,” I said, laughing nervously.
“Only the best,” she replied. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about your design process?”
And just like that, it stopped feeling like an interview. We talked about fabrics, inspirations, and how I sometimes got ideas from random street posters or a stranger’s jacket. She laughed and said, “That’s how you know you’re a real designer. You see beauty where others don’t.”
When she finally leaned back and said, “You can resume whenever you
