Epilogue
Midori’s fingers raced across the fabric of the garment. Her back was against the wall, and she faced a staunch deadline, but she chose to hand-stitch the garment, instead of use the sewing machine. The material was once again way over budget, but it was a lovely thing to behold. She knew she’d have an argument with the manufacturer about getting the costs down, but that was a bridge she’d cross later.
Her very own line of casual wear for women of every shape and size was going to be a hit. She’d salvaged many of the designs from the tattered Gunston line, after backing out of their deal. But instead of slinking back to Saint Anne’s in defeat, she’d gone the next week to another retailer. They’d immediately seen the appeal of a line that catered to the everyday woman and they
