The night is beautiful tonight, music playing in the car—a very soulful English song, its name unknown, with a soothing melody.
Summer Ford sits in the car, her gaze quietly falling on the night sky outside the window. Halfway through the journey, she suddenly remembers her recent discussion with Ethan Laurent at the Sterling family about their son and daughter.
She turns her face slightly, quietly glancing at him, her lips curling gently upward.
The next day is a workday.
Summer Ford is busy preparing her submission for the new season's design, and she goes to the office very early in the morning.
She's different from most designers; she's not professionally trained, nor has she always worked in the design industry.
She was famous once, but her fame compared to other designers seemed more like a flash in the pan.
Blooms brilliantly, shines enough, but fades quickly too.
