“This is impossible.” Burying her head in her hands Vivienne groans. “We’ve been here for three hours. Peggy likes pinks and yellows, Attis only likes greys. I like studs and safety pins, Attis likes ruffles and lace. Peggy likes fluffy collars and cut outs, I like corsets and heels. We are never going to agree.”

“Viv’s right.” Standing, Attis paces the room. His hair is still streaked with mud and his grey cheeks are smudged with it. “We are never going to get anywhere if we can’t agree. This is pointless.” 

“We tried,” Viv huffed, clambering to her feet and slinging her bag over her shoulder. “If this is gonna be a shit show I’m not wasting my time on it. I could be working and making actual money, not fantasy money.” 

“You have a job?” 

“Do you actually care, Attis?” 

“No, not really.” Shrugging, Attis grabbed his own rucksack. “Peg, you're the most enthusiastic about this. Choose one of your designs and I’ll help you draw it or whatever, but I’m not wasting any more time here.” 

Peggy kept staring at the mound of reference photos they’d all printed off. They were all so different and they all wanted the dress to be a statement of them or nothing. Peggy frowned. 

Three personalities - One dress. The maths didn’t work. 

But what if they stopped looking at their personalities as separate?

“Wait,” She shouted. “I have an idea!” 

“Cool, Attis can draw whatever pink fluffy design you have, Peg.” Vivienne shook her head, opening the door. “I’m leaving.” 

“It’s not my design. It’s none of our designs. None of our designs are gonna win by themselves, but what if we didn’t agree on a singular design. What if we combined our favourite elements of each  design and made something completely different.”