“Mrs.—Miss Langham,” Lyla corrected herself. “Are you sure you should be here?”
“I’m fine,” Sophie said, though Edmund gave Lyla a look that clearly told her not to believe that too easily. “More importantly, we have a manufacturer.”
The employees who had gathered nearby immediately became quiet.
Sophie lifted her phone. “Sartoria Bellini in Northern Italy agreed to handle the replacement batch. They have already coordinated with Casa de Linho Valverde, and the fabrics will be sent directly from Portugal.”
For a few seconds, no one reacted.
Then Lyla gasped.
“Wait. Bellini? The Bellini atelier?”
Sophie nodded.
The room erupted.
Someone clapped. Another employee covered her mouth, while the marketing team immediately began talking over one another about announcements, photographs,
