I never intended to show these pieces to anyone outside my circle. Not yet. Not when everything still felt so fragile. They had been stored quietly for years, folded and packed away, untouched since the days before the company split, before the betrayal, before my name started showing up in places that had nothing to do with the work. These designs were from another version of my life, and until now, I had kept them to myself.

The showcase was not on the press calendar. There were no ...