Emma
"Absolutely perfect." Victoria circled me with the focused intensity that had made her a legend in fashion. The silk charmeuse whispered against the marble floor as I turned, each movement making the hand-beaded constellations catch light like captured stars.
I held my breath, remembering late nights hunched over this dress, fingers bleeding from endless tiny stitches. Noah had helped me research real constellation patterns, insisting that "artistic interpretation must maintain astronomical accuracy." Lottie had contributed by sprinkling "inspiration glitter" over my sketches.
Victoria's perfectly manicured finger traced the Orion's Belt detail at the waist. "The structural elements are innovative, yet it feels timeless. Like looking at the night sky." She tilted her head. "There's
