Director Elliot Barnes sat in her private sunroom, the morning light reflecting off the crystal rim of her glass with a surgical, almost cold precision. She sipped her freshly squeezed orange juice, the tart sweetness a sharp contrast to the high-stakes calculations running through her mind.
Her laptop sat on the sleek marble table, its screen glowing with high-definition files that the production department had emailed just an hour prior.
As she scrolled through the final renders, a satisfied expression settled on her face. All seventy-five designs from the recent collection had been transitioned from sketches to reality. In the fashion industry, the "translation" from paper to fabric often lost its soul, but these garments were different.
