“No… this isn’t over.”

Deviana muttered under her breath, staring at the half-empty mood board in front of her. The workspace was silent, broken only by the sharp ticking of the clock.

Lila, her teammate, watched her with concern. “Dev, we’ve lost the main material. How are we supposed to prepare a new design this quickly?”

Deviana drew in a deep breath. Her eyes were weary, but they burned with determination. “If we don’t have the fabric we wanted… then we’ll create something different. We’ll turn this shortage into uniqueness.”

“How?” Lila asked hesitantly.

Deviana walked over to the pile of discarded fabrics in the corner of the room. She...