They came in one by one, turn by turn, and gave what they had. It was like a convention of geniuses. Most of the plans, the design schemes, Clara nor Emily had ever seen or heard about before. It was new. It was fresh. It was an idea. And it could make a nice catalog. Out of the twenty that had made their sketches, Clara excluded none at all for they were all good and mind-blowing. After the whole talk and do was done, the designers were allowed to come in and clear out their stuff.
Clara told them that they would begin the cuttings on the morrow.
When it was just the both of them in the room, Clara said to her friend. "Now I have to go meet Jacqueline and tell her what I have decided on."
"Yes, I guess you have to," Emily agreed on that score.
"Aah," Clara said, rubbing her eyebrows.
