Blushed Designs Co Novelas e Histórias

“That dress looks insane on you!” Daphne blushes, but I can tell that she’s pleased as she gives a tiny ironic curtsey. “Daphne Designs, of course,” she says, waving a hand down to gesture to the expanse of the sleeveless dress that hugs her every curve all the way down to the intricately pleated skirt, which flares out at her hips and spreads around her, all the way to the ground. It’s just a few shades darker red than her hair, which I never realized would look so good until I see it now in person.

I must meet with the board of directors and one of collaborators. I may own a design company, but I was not that into wearing fashionable clothing I hate wearing make-up I have no idea how to apply any make-up, so I apply some eye shadow and eye liner and a nude lipstick from our last summer collection... I am wearing a red Shiv dress that reaches my knees and the dress happens to have an extremely low back so a wear a white peplum blazer over it. I curl my long light brown hair into beach waves... I may hate being fashionable, but I loved designing new and creative clothing pieces...

“What color do you have available right now?” “White is fine,” Adley cited. “We have blue, pink, yellow, and white.” “Choose the band design, baby.” She was just staring at the samples for the whole minute. “You can design them yourself if you want a customized one.” “Yes, we accept customization,” Coste agreed with me. She picked up a petite twisted with stones on a strand. “This one.”

My company would specialize in one of a kind, ultra-high end, exclusive designs. I already had Blaire Montgomery and several of her friends on my client list. I had no doubt that I’d gain more once our launch went live. Every single design at Petals in Bloom would be unique, designed and hand-sewn by me. With a little help from my team, of course.

“Did you steal them?” Bruce's confusion was palpable. Disbelief shone in his eyes. “What are you even talking about? Stole what designs? What is going on?” Rachel looked away, avoiding meeting his eyes. She couldn't understand anything. “The designs are similar to the new line Ashley launched recently.” “What new line?” His tone dripped with naivety. He was getting answers to every question he asked. Answers that only confused him more. “Didn't you know? Ashley launched some new designs three days ago. It's on their official page. The designs already have lots of orders on their site.”

In total control of her empire herself. “There’s more,” my assistant added. “There is an expansion announcement. They’re moving into bridal. Wedding gowns and also the color palette’s changed.” “Color like creams, nudes and neutral tones were added.” He said. “Still restrained, but warmer.” I looked at the images he’d pulled up on the tablet. The designs were definitely Monochrome but the introduction of soft neutral colors changed the energy entirely. She was evolving. She wasn’t just surviving the past year in hiding or maintaining what she’d built. She was scaling aggressively, growing the brand, building something bigger than what she’d had when she rejected my proposal.

I pouted and hit on the chest playfully. “Come on, tell me baby? He laughed then sat on the couch opposite our “Alright, your design from nine months ago has been nominated at the fashion contest in New York for the best award” I couldn’t believe my ear “My design from five months ago? How? When did this happen?”I snapped “I was going through your old works when I got to know more about you then I found that beauty of a design ,you named it the glittering swan or something

She stepped toward the bathroom to wash off the day—but stopped cold. A single red silk thread looped around the handle of the bathroom door. Thin. Delicate. Impossible. Her breath hitched. She knew that thread. No—she had *designed* with it. The exact texture, weight, and colour were unmistakable. It was part of her concept sketches for the **Crimson Core** collection—a line so private, she hadn’t even shared it with Antonio Fashion’s creative board yet. It existed in a secure, offline folder—only accessible on her encrypted tablet.

“The style is similar—but the design concepts are entirely different. What’s similar is the way the diamond shapes are handled: the complexity is just as masterful as G’s. Maybe I spoke too broadly earlier and you misunderstood—but these designs are unlike anything currently on the market.” “But as for the four designs below: the first copies G’s ‘Starlit Brilliance’, the second copies Nina’s ‘Encounter’, the third copies Vie’s ‘Hello’, and the fourth I haven’t seen before—but the color palette isn’t great. Dark purple with pale yellow looks dated and lacks a focal point.” “That’s my final evaluation. If anyone still has questions, I can explain further.” Quincy’s tone turned serious. Jennif

"Something's definitely wrong somewhere. How could they have possibly done that? Could it be a coincidence?" "No, Debby. There's no way this is a coincidence. It has my exact design and engravement. There's no way this is a coincidence. Not with all of these I am seeing." I flipped the page to see more of the Slade's latest designs to be the same one as mine and it just made me furious. "Perhaps, there's someone selling out the company's information that we don't know about?" Debby said. "I mean, it's quite obvious that this isn't a coincidence. These designs haven't even been made yet and now the Slades already have them out in the market?"