As the maid Sarah poured tea, she couldn't help but marvel silently at the array of sketches laid out on the table. "They're so beautiful." she whispered to herself.
Once she set the teapot down and stepped back, she leaned in to whisper to Edith, "These designers are incredible, aren't they? To come up with so many styles in such a short time, and each one is just stunning."
It was beyond her sense of beauty. She knew that one couldn't find such exquisite designs in any department store.
"Without powerful strength, how can they attract clients?" Edith whispered back. "The designers you see here, they don't just serve any client. Money is not enough. They look at the family's influence.
Take BT for example, Mr. Collins has to spend two million dollars a year just to keep this slot."
Sarah gasped, nearly jumping out of her skin. Two million dollars? And with seven or eight brands represented here, the household must be spending tens of millions annually on haute couture alone.
