Emma
Morning sunlight painted patterns across my workstation at Laurent Studio, catching on beads and sequins like scattered stars. I adjusted a fold on my latest design, remembering how Lottie had insisted every dress needed "at least three types of sparkle for optimal princess potential."
"Perfect." Laurent's voice made me jump. He had a way of appearing silently, like a fashion ghost in perfectly tailored suits. "The structural elements are innovative, yet it feels timeless. You're developing a unique voice."
Two weeks after the competition drama, my space had evolved into a proper designer's sanctuary. Inspiration boards covered the walls, each image carefully selected with Noah's help for "optimal creative stimulation." His detailed spreadsheet analyzing color theory and visual imp
