Isabel frowned. “What’s SW?”
She couldn’t keep up for a moment—it wasn’t her world, after all. Isabel had never really been part of the fashion crowd.
But her companion was a stylist, and when it came to designer jewelry, she knew every name and every collection by heart.
The stylist leaned forward, eyes shining with excitement. “SW stands for Sophia Williams—she’s one of the world’s top jewelry designers. Her work is famous for its unique style and masterful craftsmanship. The rich and famous go crazy for her pieces. She rarely appears in public these days. People say she has two protégés she’s trained personally, but they’re both shrouded in mystery—no one knows who they are.”
“Are you sure this is a Sophia Williams design?” Isabel turned to her friend, unable to hide a note of urgency in her voice.
Her friend nodded, pointing to a particular detail on the sketch. “I’m almost certain. Look here—this setting technique, and the signature motif. These are classic SW elements. I saw her work up close at a jewelry exhibition in Paris once. I’d recognize it anywhere.”
She sounded utterly convinced.
Effie hesitated, surprised they could recognize something so minute. She’d assumed no one would notice details that small.
Isabel’s pulse quickened. If this really was an SW design, how on earth had Effie gotten her hands on it?
Did Effie have some connection to Sophia Williams?
Impossible. SW was a world-renowned designer. Someone as unknown as Effie couldn’t possibly have met her—let alone gotten a piece from her.
Unless… Effie had copied SW’s work?
Either way, Isabel had made up her mind: there was no way this design came from Effie.
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