Video - Title- Ameliasocurvy

She took the microphone. Her heart was a drum.

She won.

The night of the gala, the auditorium buzzed. The host called for the designer. No one stepped forward. Then Amelia stood up from the third row, smoothed the front of the very gown she had designed, and walked toward the stage. Video Title- Ameliasocurvy

The committee didn't know who V was. They just saw the work: a gown of midnight-blue velvet with a daring open back and a skirt that cascaded like water over sandstone. The critique was unanimous. "This designer understands the female form." She took the microphone