The Graphics Designer

Previously

…I felt a wave of relief wash over me so potent, I almost felt dizzy. The gnome. The bizarre, unexpected, utterly me gnome. It had worked. It had actually, truly worked. I, Marvellous Vuranda, the socially awkward designer with a penchant for odd analogies and a secret fear of inadequacy, had managed to capture the heart of the notoriously demanding Chef Antoine Dubois. And in doing so, I’d finally proven to myself that my unique vision wasn’t just weird. It was, in its own chaotic, wonderful way, brilliant.