Allison’s POV
“Clara, can you pass me this file, please?” I asked, pointing to the file on the couch. She got up and went to bring it.
She sat next to me and continued what she was doing earlier. “So, are we going to launch a new line?” She asked.
“Yeah, I haven’t discussed it with Isaac yet, but I think it would be party dresses because the gala season is near,” I answered, lifting my gaze at her.
Clara clapped her hands and stared at the wall, daydreaming. “I can’t wait for the met gala, it’s always the busiest time at the Winstons,”
The met gala was every fashion designer’s dream, so they could show off their work. Mum used to design dresses for singers and actresses. She inspired me to be a fashion designer.
The only good thing I got from her.
“Maybe if we are done with our pr
