Five
I was sitting on the front porch—fidgeting, worrying, hoping, dreaming—when the sightseeing caravan returned.
After changing into a colorful sundress, covered with bright yellow lemons against a white background and matching lemon yellow piping, my brain had calmed enough to realize the opportunities abounding. Not only would I be working in presumably close proximity to Ferrero, leading to many fabulous opportunities for great impressions wherein he might actually remember my name and think to promote me when Jawbreaker moves up, but my jewelry designs would be thrust center stage in the fashion world.
Accessorizing an entire collection on a prime runway during fashion week.
This was marketing no advertising dollars could buy.
An advantage the KYs could never hope to obtain and
