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Patrick got a little upset when he saw her looking unbothered.
If she were to tell him that she did not want to see him being together with Felicia, he would do
everything he could to make Felicia disappear without a trace.
However, she said nothing at all.
Patrick took a sip of the coffee and looked at the time. “I have to go on the field. You may leave now.”
Gwendolyn watched him get up and walk to his desk with an indifferent expression. He took a file and
went to the clothes hanger to get his coat. After draping the coat around his arm, he left the office.
Not used to him acting so frosty around her, Gwendolyn pouted a little.
She was almost sure he was in a bad mood because he had had a fight with Felicia earlier.
Looking at the time, Gwendolyn suddenly widened her eyes. “Oh my! I'm going to be late!”
She had a class that day, an extra class personally tutored by Tiffany because the latter had high
hopes for her and wanted to spend more time coaching her.
Gwendolyn sped off in her car to the school. After getting inside the classroom, Tiffany was already
making a sample dress there.
“Tiffany, I'm sorry for being late.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe stood behind Tiffany with an apologetic look.
Tiffany turned around and smiled at her. “I arrived here slightly earlier than you. Your task today is to
broaden your imagination and create a series using the lotus flower as the main theme.”
Gwendolyn had self-learned fashion design before, so she knew the basics.
Tiffany did not guide her through the theories, but she focused more on sharpening Gwendolyn's
design skills.
Unlike design classes in college, Tiffany taught her the fundamental skills that would come in handy in
the industry.
Gwendolyn quickly got seated and flipped open her sketchbook. She had her drawing pen between her
teeth as she started gathering inspiration for her design.
Two hours passed by in the blink of an eye. Gwendolyn had done designing three sets of outfits, and
Tiffany's eyes lit up when she saw the designs.
“Gwen, your designs are not bad. I can give you a week to finalize the designs so your series can join
my new product launch three months later.”
Gwendolyn had never dreamt of getting such a great opportunity. “Tiffany, are you serious about that?
Can I do that?”
Although passionate about this aspect, Gwendolyn had long lost her confidence, and it was not easy
for her to be confident in herself again.
Tiffany looked at the three sets of dresses in Gwendolyn's design. Although the long and short dresses
looked similar, they still stood out in their unique ways.
Moreover, Gwendolyn also designed an extra set of pants. The lotus design added a feminine look to
the pants. She was really a hidden talent.
She's certainly my daughter for her to inherit my gifted talents in fashion design.
“Trust me. You're more than capable of doing this,” said Tiffany.
After looking at her design, Tiffany added a couple more strokes, and the designs immediately looked
vivid.
She continued pointing out several key points to Gwendolyn, and the latter slowly got the hang of it,
knowing how to improve and modify her designs.
In the end, Tiffany returned the sketchbook to her and said, “That's all for today. I've highlighted several
details for you to take note of. Also, take these books with you and read them thoroughly. I expect to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsee your designs after a week.”
Gwendolyn nodded. “All right. Thank you, Tiffany.”
Tiffany was a busy woman, and it was a rare opportunity for her to take some time off to tutor
Gwendolyn. Thus, Tiffany left as soon as the class was over.
After her mentor had left, Gwendolyn remained in the classroom. Staring at the design sample Tiffany
had completed earlier, Gwendolyn figured this dress might be included in Tiffany's new product series
for the following fashion season.
Gwendolyn propped her chin and was in awe of the beautiful design. She could not help but wonder
when she would get to hold her own fashion show.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She answered the call.
“Luce.”
It was Lucy. Gwendolyn had transferred the money to her account earlier that day, and Lucy probably
had just received the notification after waking up.
“Gwen, what happened? Shouldn't we return half a million to them?”
Gwendolyn chuckled. “I thought so too, but they refused to accept the money and even told me to stop
going to their office. What can I do?”
Hearing this, Lucy heaved a sigh of relief, thinking they might have gotten their good luck from Patrick.
“Gwen, are you free now? Do you want to grab a meal together?”
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