“This is our designer clothing department,” Valentina said proudly. Several of the women glanced curiously at Jade as she passed by. Valentina seemed to be searching the workstations for something specific. She stopped and picked up a green dress. Jade saw that it was identical to the Prada she was wearing. There was a pile of similar dresses on the table. She noticed a stack of Prada labels beside the sewing machine.
She glanced down at her own dress, wondering if it was a copy.
Valentina smiled. “You are wearing the original. All the copies you see here were made from a pattern created from it. When the labels are attached, they will be distributed for sale worldwide.”
She paused, examining stitching in the garment. “Lavoro magnifico,” she said to the woman at the workstation.
“Grazi
