NovelEnglish“Stop here. I’ll disembark.”
Unable to resist the resolute gleam in Millie’s gaze, Marcus yielded to her request and brought the car to a standstill.
In the not-so-distant vicinity, Rosie observed as Millie gracefully alighted from Marcus’ car, their parting accompanied by radiant smiles, a tableau of sweetness.
A flof ire ignited within Rosie, and her teeth clenched in frustration.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHow did they share such an affable rapport? Hadn’t Mr. Thomas witnessed those unsettling images on the internet? Surely he should have been seething with indignation toward Millie for her association with that scandalous pictures.
Within the confines of the office, Rosie ambled about, arms crossed, her movements a mixture of agitation and pensive contemplation. As she departed the scene, a conspiratorial wink was directed at Emerie, a gesture laden with unspoken intent.
“Millie, have you made progress with your design from yesterday?”
Once Rosie exited, Emerie gingerly approached Millie’s desk, her inquiry delivered with a newfound warmth. Lessons learned, her tone now held a gentler cadence when addressing Millie.
“I’m in the midst of it.”
Millie disclosed, the task handed down the previous day being a challenge that couldn’t be rushed. Jewelry design was one that demanded meticulous care and attention.
“Please, showthe portion you’ve managed to complete.”
Obeying the request, Millie extended her work to Emerie.
Upon surveying the design, Emerie’s surprise was evident. Despite being merely halfway done, the piece exuded a refined beauty and craftsmanship that transcended the novice level and verged into the territory of seasoned professionals.
Initially regarding Millie as an outsider in the realm of jewelry design,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEmerie’s perception shifted, fueled by the evidence before her—undeniable talent resided within Millie.
Yet, rather than offer accolades, Emerie opted for critique, her voice holding a note of mild censure.
“Why did you adorn this unicorn’s form with white diamonds? In today’s world, young girls often lean toward hues of pink. A revision might be in order.”
“My design was influenced by the client’s preferences. They expressed a fondness for white diamonds,” Millie responded, her defense gentle yet resolute.
Amidst the professional discord, Millie held firm, her notebook a steadfast guardian of the client’s preferences. Each stroke of her pen etched a record of their desires.
“Kindly consider my suggestion and act upon it, won’t you? Pink possesses a certain grace that’s hard to deny, and it’s quite likely that the client will find it endearing. It might be wise to proceed with the modification swiftly.” Emerie, too, stood her ground without yielding.
“I believe it would be prudent to adhere to the client’s specifications.”
Millie persisted with determination. Altering the color that resonated with the client’s preference seemed like a substantial misstep in her eyes.
“Please, indulge my request. Should any repercussions arise, I willingly shoulder the responsibility,” Emerie implored.
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