Chapter 4 - The Big Apple
The private jet sent by Isabella Rossi was something out of a movie.
We landed in New York City and were immediately whisked away in a black SUV.
The fashion house was located in a massive skyscraper overlooking Central Park.
We were led into a pristine, white design studio filled with expensive fabrics and mannequins.
Isabella Rossi was standing in the center of the room, examining a sketch.
She turned around, took off her glasses, and smiled warmly at Noah.
"The emerald dress was technically flawed, but emotionally flawless," Isabella said directly.
"You have an instinct for drape and structure that cannot be taught in schools."
Noah was speechless, staring at his idol with absolute reverence.
"I want to offer you a full apprenticeship here in my studio, Noah."
"I will pay for your college tuition at the Fashion Institute of Technology, and you will work for me."
I covered my mouth, fresh tears welling in my eyes.
"Why are you doing this for us?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"Because the fashion industry is full of people who design for money," Isabella replied softly.
"Your son designed for love, and that is a rare, beautiful thing."
Noah looked at me, seeking my approval before he answered.
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I nodded vigorously, knowing this was the beginning of his beautiful destiny.
"I accept, Ms. Rossi," Noah said, shaking her hand firmly.
