She delved into work with a vengeance, creating design after design. Each time she hit on a polished silhouette and combination of colors that felt right, she rendered it on a large sheet of sketch paper and pinned it on the fishing line.The weather grew warmer. She noticed more cars in the driveways at Little Crescent Beach when she drove home at night. Flea market posters appeared around town. Summer was upon them, but the creative juices were flowing and Margaux didn’t dare stop in case they dried up.She got up early and stayed late. She forgot about her life on hold, the career she’d lost, the money she owed, the husband who betrayed her, everything except the work. She lived and breathed design. And by the end of the week she had the skeleton of a new M Atelier line.Grace called and invited her to meet her and Bri for a drink.“I can’t.” Margaux moaned. “I’m up to my eyeballs in work.”“Rain check?”“You bet, and then I’ll have something to show.”She hung up and went back to work.That night when she heard Linda’s last client leave, Margaux chose four of her latest designs and went across the foyer to the salon.“It’s alive.
