cost: £460 ELENA WAS SITTING in the small basement office of her mother’s house, firing out emails from her laptop. She was still seethingly furious with her mother. How dare she turn all their ideas down without even listening, without even looking properly, without even asking one single informed question! Svetlana was so stubborn and so pig-headed. Everything had to be done exactly her way, or it couldn’t be done at all. Compromise was not a word which had ever entered into Elena’s mother’s head. No wonder she’d run into so many divorces. She was a complete tyrant. She hadn’t even wanted to talk to Elena properly again. As soon as Elena’s presentation was over, Svetlana had busied herself with her trip to Italy and then, after leaving a great long list of instructions, she’d been driven off to the airport early in the morning. Elena cared passionately about Perfect Dress. She wanted it to grow and to thrive. She wanted it, one day, to be a leading international label.
