Chapter 6: The Woman Who Recognized the Design
Evelyn Brooks owned a small but respected fashion boutique downtown.
Her shop specialized in custom eveningwear, handmade details, and limited collections from emerging designers.
Nia had seen photographs of the store online.
She had never imagined someone like Evelyn would contact her.
The message included an appointment request for Monday morning.
Nia hesitated before replying.
*Nia:* How did you get my number?
*Evelyn:* Your competition coordinator shared your contact information after I requested to speak with the winning designer.
*Nia:* Is this about Maya?
There was a pause.
*Evelyn:* Partly. I'd prefer to explain in person.
On Monday, Nia arrived at the boutique fifteen minutes early.
She wore a simple navy sweater and black trousers. Her left eye remained covered.
The bell above the glass entrance rang as she stepped inside.
The boutique smelled faintly of fresh fabric and perfume.
Beautiful dresses hung along the walls.
A woman with short silver hair looked up from the counter.
"Miss Carter?""
"Yes.""
"I'm Evelyn. Thank you for coming.""
They shook hands.
Evelyn led her toward a small consultation area.
"Please, have a seat.""
Nia placed her handbag beside the chair.
"Thank you for contacting me.""
Evelyn studied her face.
"I watched the showcase on Saturday. Your patchwork dress was extraordinary.""
Nia smiled.
"Thank you. I made it from leftover fabrics.""
"I know. That's what impressed me.""
Evelyn opened a folder.
"I've been working in fashion for almost twenty-five years. I've seen beautiful materials used badly and inexpensive materials transformed into extraordinary pieces.""
She turned a photograph toward Nia.
It showed Nia's patchwork dress on the runway.
"The way you treated the seams as decorative elements was particularly clever.""
Nia looked down.
"I wanted the different fabrics to feel connected.""
"You succeeded.""
Evelyn placed another photograph beside it.
This one showed Maya wearing the cream dress.
Nia's smile disappeared.
Evelyn noticed.
"I understand this garment was originally created by you.""
"Yes.""
"Did you give it to Maya?""
"No.""
"Did you authorize her to present it as her own design?""
"No.""
Evelyn nodded slowly.
"That's what I suspected.""
Nia leaned forward.
"Why?""
Evelyn opened the folder again.
"Because Maya contacted my boutique last week.""
Nia's fingers tightened.
"What did she say?""
"She introduced herself as an emerging fashion designer and sent photographs of several pieces. The cream dress was among them.""
Nia looked at the photograph.
"Did she say she made it?""
Evelyn hesitated.
"She described it as her original design.""
Nia looked away.
Evelyn continued.
"However, there was something that caught my attention.""
She placed a close-up photograph on the table.
It showed the inside of the dress near the waist.
A small section of fabric had been folded back, revealing a distinctive hand-sewn pattern.
Nia leaned closer.
Her breathing changed.
She recognized it immediately.
Three tiny stitches formed a narrow triangle, followed by a longer diagonal seam.
She had used the same construction method in several of her garments.
It was a technique she had developed because ordinary seams sometimes irritated her sensitive skin.
"I made that," Nia whispered.
Evelyn nodded.
"I thought so.""
Nia looked up.
"How?""
Evelyn smiled faintly.
"Because I recognized the construction.""
She explained that years earlier, she had worked with a local community sewing program where Nia's grandmother had occasionally donated handmade garments.
One of those garments had been a small ivory jacket.
Nia remembered it.
Her grandmother had made it for her when she was thirteen.
The jacket had the same unusual stitching pattern.
"Your grandmother used to tell me that she wanted you to become a designer," Evelyn said.
Nia's eyes filled.
"She always encouraged me.""
"I remember her saying that your hands could turn almost anything into something beautiful.""
Nia lowered her head.
For a moment, she could almost hear her grandmother's voice.
Evelyn closed the folder.
"I want to offer you an opportunity.""
Nia looked up.
"What kind?""
"A small collaborative collection. Nothing enormous at first. Three original designs, made with your own creative direction.""
Nia stared at her.
"You're serious?""
"Completely.""
Evelyn explained that the boutique was preparing a display for its upcoming seasonal launch.
She wanted to feature young designers whose work demonstrated originality and craftsmanship.
Nia listened carefully.
The offer sounded almost too good to be true.
But then she remembered the eye clinic appointment.
"I need to ask something.""
"Of course.""
"Would this be paid work?""
Evelyn smiled.
"Yes. You'll receive a design fee and a percentage of sales if the collection moves forward.""
Nia swallowed.
"Thank you.""
"Don't thank me yet. I haven't seen your other designs.""
Nia laughed softly.
"I have a notebook.""
"Then bring it tomorrow.""
Evelyn stood and walked toward a display rack.
Before Nia left, she turned around.
"There's one more thing.""
Nia looked back.
"What is it?""
Evelyn folded her arms.
"The cream dress Maya showed me has a serious problem beyond the damaged seam.""
Nia frowned.
"What problem?""
Evelyn hesitated.
"I examined the photographs she sent. The dress has been altered in a way that changes how the original design functions.""
Nia's stomach tightened.
"What do you mean?""
Evelyn brought out another photograph.
It showed the inside of the waistline, where the original stitching had been removed.
Nia immediately recognized the area.
The dress had originally been designed with a hidden support panel that distributed the weight of the skirt evenly.
Without it, the fabric would pull unevenly when the wearer moved.
That explained the splitting seam.
But something else caught her attention.
The alterations hadn't simply damaged the dress.
Someone had cut away a section of the original construction.
Nia stared at the photograph.
"Who did this?""
Evelyn shook her head.
"I don't know. But I believe the person who altered it didn't understand the original design.""
Nia felt a chill.
Her mother and Maya had no experience with garment construction.
They might have tried to make the dress fit differently.
Or they might have attempted to remove a detail they thought was unnecessary.
Evelyn placed the photograph back in the folder.
"I recommend you keep records of your original sketches and any photographs of the dress before it was altered.""
Nia nodded.
"I have everything.""
"Good. And one more thing, Nia.""
"Yes?""
"Your mother called my boutique this morning.""
Nia froze.
"What?""
Evelyn looked directly at her.
"She asked whether I could hire Maya instead of you.""
Nia's lips parted.
"She did what?""
"She told me Maya was the creative mind behind the cream dress and that you had only helped with some of the sewing.""
Nia gripped the edge of her chair.
Evelyn's expression became firm.
"I told her I would only discuss a design opportunity with the actual designer.""
Nia stared at her.
For the first time, someone outside her family had refused to accept her mother's version of events.
She stood slowly.
"Thank you for telling me.""
Evelyn nodded.
"Bring your notebook tomorrow. I want to see what you can create when nobody limits your imagination.""
Nia left the boutique with her handbag pressed against her side.
Outside, she stopped beneath the awning and looked at the photograph Evelyn had given her.
The cream dress.
Her cream dress.
The dress that had once represented everything she wanted.
Now it was damaged, altered, and at the center of a lie that seemed to be growing larger every day.
Her phone rang.
Maya's name appeared on the screen.
Nia answered.
"What?""
Maya sounded furious.
"Did you go to Evelyn Brooks's boutique?""
Nia looked toward the street.
"Yes.""
"What did you tell her?""
"The truth.""
A sharp silence followed.
Then Maya whispered:
"You have no idea what you've just done.""
Behind her voice, Nia heard their mother's familiar tone.
"Give me the phone.""
The call shifted.
Her mother spoke slowly.
"Nia, listen carefully. Maya has a meeting with that boutique tomorrow. You will not interfere.""
Nia tightened her grip on the phone.
"Why are you so afraid of me telling the truth?""
Her mother didn't answer immediately.
Then she said something that made Nia stop breathing.
"Because if Evelyn finds out what we did to the dress, she might discover what happened to the original design.""
The call ended.
Nia stood motionless.
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What had they done to her dress?
And what else had her mother been hiding?
