Blushed Designs Co Novels & Stories

"Oh my...they are putting on the same dress." "It's the same design." "Alexa clearly said the design was not out yet." "Whew. Does that now mean one of them is the theif?" "Oh my Gosh," Alexandra started as she stared at Stella, "You are putting on the same design as I am, the same colour too." "Where did you get that design from?" Stella screamed and Alexa pursed her lips. "My company created it, it's our special. Velvet Vixen." She smiled and Stella bit her lips tightly as she stared at Alexa, hate dripping from her gaze. She should have listened to her father and not come for this damned meeting.

She giggled. This bitch! "Yeah... Yeah." An awkward silence passed through. "So which did you pick so I'll get in touch with the designer." "Well, I ended up with the ashes, I mean grey!" "Grey?" Her tone lowered. "That's great. That's a really excellent colour. I mean It doesn't usually scream the usual Steele profound exquisite but it's okay." "O- Kay..." "Yes, it'll look good, I bet. It had a satisfying sharp dullness around it. Magenta, on the other hand, does scream a kind of calm luxury. Unique and unthinkable. Grey would do that too," I could almost see her shrugging as she said that.

Even after getting into the car, Haley's excitement had not faded. Shane looked at her with amusement. "Are you really that happy?" "Of course! Morning Dew Design Co. is an amazing fashion company. I believe that a collaboration will take JY to new heights," Haley replied, her face glowing with enthusiasm.

Tania asks. I shrug. “He’s my boss, I just do my job,” I reply carefully and slide the paper bag toward her. “You can have a look at some of these designs, ma'am.” She eagerly opens the bag, bringing out the contents one after the other. There are Images of fabric swatches, texture boards, color palettes, and small décor accents. Her face lights up immediately. “Oh my! I want my place to look exactly like this,” Tania exclaims, pointing to one of the designs I worked on, alongside Denzel Fulton’s company.

Lucas said. The firms whose names I will reveal will be disqualified for stealing other people's concepts. Here's the rundown... "They heard the host introduce Style Trend Co., Brand Clothing Line, and La Bella Fashion Thread Co. "WHAT?!?!?" they all exclaim incredulously. While her designers were all arguing on the television, Bella composed her stance and stayed cool. Her gaze was fixed on the screen as they unveiled each design. One of the designs has caught her eye. A new company's design has submitted the identical design as theirs.

Another would look laid-back, formal, fun or whimsical. Some designers included paintings as shirts or dresses. Others would use colorful patterns that would clash together. There were others who used only white, tulle, or velvet. On the opposite corner, the designer used animal prints in her designs. If one would look, it was as if he’s around the animals in the jungle. She was by herself, trying to promote her own brand, Chantal. With their company in big trouble, Chantal tried hard to be part of the list of participants.

Brijesh gave a cynical look, "I welcome Ms. Arushi Khua, the famous designer who collaborated with Ms. Tanvi." "Oh my god!!! Her designs are unique, and most models will wear them." The media is on the rise with the unfolding of the scene. "Ms. Tanvi's designs are exquisite. That is the reason I actively want to work with Ishaara Valor. I am looking forward to our collaboration. Thank you." The lawn erupted with silence.

He looks to Emily and Adom for confirmation and they nod in consensus. Like with Jace yesterday, Alexander is humbled by his friends' readiness to forgive. "Thanks, Jason," Alexander says with a half-smile. Jason gives one back in return before saying, "Oh, and the designer we used for the store? The company is El. Co. You should look them up. They are local but looking to expand. I'm sure they'd love to feature their work in a fashionable New York boutique." "El Co," Magnus repeats making a mental note. "Got it. Thanks."

After these guys contacted me about what pieces of mine they liked and what they were looking for, I worked up several new designs that fit their specifications. Steve and Slade both lean over the table, staring down at my sketches critically as they thumb through the pages. I watch the expression on Slade’s face carefully as he eyes each one, scrunching up his nose and frowning at a few, sliding them away. He finally lands on one that has his eyes lighting up, the corner of his mouth lifting. “This is sick,” he murmurs, dragging it closer. “Could you do something to make the skulls pop? Make them neon or something?”

A few days later . . . Bruce stopped by Coco Blanchet’s fashion design offices to see Joanna. She was surprised, yet happy to see him. “You’ve never been here before. What do you think of my office?” Bruce looked around at the beige walls and easel like desk on the side of the room, the regular brown desk at the back of the room, the large window looking out at the city, the thick rose colored carpet, rows of fabric on a shelf, and three partial mannequins. “It looks like you do a lot of work here as well as at home.”