Most designers ended up focusing on high-concept, bespoke collections aimed at collectors—a niche market where reputation was everything.
Niamh saw things the same way.
Her plan was to make her name in the world of couture for collectors, and only then think about her next move.
Peter agreed with her strategy. In fact, that was why he'd brought Niamh to meet Devon today—to lay the groundwork for her.
As they walked together, Devon's sprawling, elegant villa came into view.
But then Niamh stopped in her tracks.
Peter paused beside her, both of them gazing silently at the villa's grand entrance.
Two people stood by the front gate.
Peter glanced at his watch. "We're half an hour early, but apparently, someone else has an appointment before us."
Just then, the villa's door swung open and Devon appeared, dressed in a tailored navy suit that gave him an air of old-world sophistication.
"Mr. Thomas, is this the promising new designer you mentioned?" Devon addressed Jonathan, nodding toward the young woman beside him.
Marina wore a demure, elegant dove-grey skirt suit—a little mature for her age, but perfect for making a favorable impression on older clients. Her makeup was subtle, almost understated.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lowe. I'm Marina," she said, offering a handshake.
Not far away, Niamh took in the scene. It was clear Jonathan, just like Peter, wanted to use Devon as a stepping stone.
The only difference was that Peter was here for her—while Jonathan was obviously here for Marina.
As Devon was about to usher Jonathan and Marina inside, he caught sight of Peter and Niamh out of the corner of his eye.
"Peter! You're here early," he called out.
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