Scarlett’s Point of View
Dylan and I were like two kids on Christmas, Danny insisted we eat before we got into the packages.
“He’s so bossy, isn’t he?” Dylan said.
“He certainly is” I agreed with her, we finished are plates quickly so we could get to the good stuff.
“I don’t know where to begin” Danny said as he rubbed his hands together. “Scarlett, I love fashion and I know fashion, I know what’s good and what’s rubbish. Your designs are not good,” he paused, and I stopped breathing. I was on the verge of bursting into tears when he continued, “your designs are outstanding, I believe whole heartedly you have all the talent and more to be a top designer. I also know that it’s difficult to make the clothes in the fabric that would truly allow the cut and design to shine when you don’
