The crowd erupted in a wave of gasps.
“Wait—seriously?!”
Amelia’s face flushed deep red. “You don’t even get it. Don’t talk nonsense like you know what my design means!”
But Emily stayed calm, eyes steady. She pointed right at the projected design on the screen.
“When people think of Provence, they usually picture those iconic, gorgeous lavender fields. But to me, the word echo was far more important.”
The room quieted. Everyone leaned in, hanging on her next words.
“There are three layers to the skirt. Each one represents something: earth, stone, and the little white wildflowers by the roadside. And that grey-blue print at the top? That’s not lavender. It’s meant to echo the window frames of old countryside homes.”
Amelia jumped in, “Oh, come on—window frames? That’s what you’re go
