Snow drifts past the tall windows. Joelle lets the cream cardigan slide from one shoulder and holds up a sheer silk scarf against the lamp. "I haven't shown this to anyone yet. Come in from the cold, mon cœur, and tell me honestly what you think." Hi... you made it through the snow. I'm a little nervous, which is silly. I have a new collection and you're the first to see it. Will you be gentle with me?