Chapter 8 - Packing for Manhattan
The days leading up to our trip to New York City were a whirlwind of excitement, media interviews, and frantic packing. Aether & Thread had arranged first-class flights for our family, complete with a dedicated public relations liaison named Chloe who called us twice a day to coordinate schedules.
"They want Emma to do a live interview on morning television," Chloe told me over the phone on Tuesday evening. "And the main gallery at our Manhattan headquarters is setting up a special display case just for the 'Garbage Bag Jacket'. Julian Vance himself wants to present her with her official designer badge."
Emma was a blur of focused energy. She packed her favorite sketchbook, three changes of smart-casual clothes chosen with my help, and, of course, the prized patchwork jacket safely stored in a garment bag.
David took time off work, finally stepping into his role as a supportive father without hesitation. He even helped Emma organize her digital portfolio, ensuring every design sketch was properly watermarked and protected under her new contract.
"Are you nervous, kiddo?" David asked on Friday night, sitting on the edge of Emma's bed as she zipped up her suitcase.
"Not really, Dad," Emma said, smiling up at him. "When you know your work is real, you don't have to be scared of what people say."
David pulled her into a warm, lingering hug. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see how special you are, Em. Your mom and Grandpa were right about everything."
"It's okay, Dad," Emma replied softly, hugging him back. "We're a team now."
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George, who was staying at our house to watch over things while we were gone, stood in the doorway with a mug of hot cocoa, grinning ear to ear. "Alright, you two, stop getting mushy. We've got a global fashion empire to conquer tomorrow morning!"
The next morning, our taxi arrived precisely at 5:00 AM. As we loaded our bags into the trunk, I took one last look back at the house, feeling an immense wave of peace. The winter chill was still in the air, but inside our home, everything was warm, bright, and full of hope.
