The Rise of Rosalind Everett: From Intern to Sustainable Fashion Royalty 👑

They told me I was overly ambitious. That a young woman who wore thick framed glasses and loved to wear fitted blazers didn't belong in the cut-throat world of fashion. But here I am—Rosalind Everett, the girl who has made stories into headlines, bad ideas into passionate beliefs, and fast fashion into a thing of the past. This is my story.

Chapter One: The Girl in the Last Row

When I finished fashion school, I was nobody. Just another intern being asked to only get coffee in a sea of leather pencil skirts and shiny heels. While everyone was showing off their Louboutins, I was focused on seams. While everyone was gossiping, I was sketching. I set up my first "office" in a shared studio all to myself. It was dark, lit by a rude lightbulb and my own ambition.

I remember the day he—the senior designer—came over to see my desk and leaned in from over the top, mouth full of pride and cologne. "Cute glasses," he said. "But this isn't a library." I smiled politely… left work that night to work on a collection to bury his career. 💋

Chapter Two: Blood Sweat and Silk

There is no bravery in the fashion industry. Only hunger. I worked 18 hour days, I bled on my sewing machine, I traded dinners with friends for pieces of fabric. I had my break when my LinkedIn post went viral exposing how big "luxury" brands burn all of their unsold stock in garbage landfills. The std backed was bad. The CEO called me "somewhat unprofessional." I told him he was "obsolete."

Then came EVERETT, my label: a tailored fitting, and sustainable with a savage bravery. Suits that caress you like an intimate lover—power dressing with an integrity. 🌿✨

Chapter Three: The Office Siren's Revenge

Now, when I walk into a room, I know the air changes: my glasses are not a shield; they are a weapon. My stilettos, are not just heels; they are the nails in the fast fashion coffin. I have dressed CEOs, activists, and the woman who told me "stick to spreadsheets." (I know she wore my design to her divorce hearing. Poetic.)

This is not just a job. It is a movement. And darling, you are either part of the solution… or part of the landfill.

—Rosalind Everett, your next fashion obsession.