Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 190

Would You Like to Come Over?

Molly thought, No one in the atelier could be so daring as to lay a finger on Mr. Griffith’s designs. This woman must be either crazy or fearless to actually cut a dress that he has made!

As she was oblivious to a stunned Molly’s thoughts, Elise explained breezily, “The inseam isn’t going to work, at least not with this fabric. I’ll have to change it, so could you bring over something thin like gambiered silk gauze from the storage later? Just three feet of it will do.”

Molly had yet to recover from her initial shock of seeing someone boldly mutilate Brendan’s creation and she was presently staring at Elise in disbelief.

“Is something the matter?” Elise pressed indifferently when she heard no response from the assistant.

With that, Molly instantly snapped out of her daze and she was abruptly reminded of what Brendan had told her earlier. As she nodded profusely, she answered, “No, nothing at all! I’ll get the fabric right away!” With that, she scurried out of the design studio.

Now that the dress no longer had its former silhouette, Elise moved to the frontal section of its bodice and began to tweak it with needles and threads.

By the time Molly returned with the roll of fabric, Elise was already done with the neckline of the dress. She took in the aftermath and was surprised to see that the dress looked better than it originally had. “Miss Sinclair, I have the gambiered silk gauze you asked for,” she announced tentatively.

“Leave it aside for now,” Elise responded as she kept the needles and threads before she reached for the scissors once more. After grabbing one section of the skirt in one hand, she swiftly cut it off. There was a finesse in her movements that Molly found mesmerizing and she did not dare to blink for fear that she would miss out on the slightest of details.

“Can I have the ivory thread no.2 please?” Elise asked, breaking the silence that was otherwise filled by the sound of scissors on fabric.

Molly quickly shook herself out of her reverie and passed the thread to Elise, who took it. Then, after she mapped out the lines, Elise started to sew.

Throughout the whole process, she hardly spoke a word, but she moved with a fluidity that seemed second nature to her. Molly had to take a break in between, but while she was in the lounge to get a glass of water, Brendan abruptly materialized next to her and asked, “How’s it going in there?”

to jump and she nearly choked on her water as she hurried to answer, “Everything’s going pretty

I’d ask you about the process? I’m asking about the dress! How

something as pointed as that. If she had to be honest, she had a distinct feeling that the

every stitch she made. Although Molly had been in this industry for a long time, she hadn’t even encountered someone whose stitchwork could be compared to Elise. In fact, she was under the impression that Elise was a top fashion designer whom Brendan had hired, which

thought she was intimidated by Elise. As a result, he withheld the truth as he dismissed,

fashion designer, then where do I stand

at her in confusion. “Stab you through the heart? What are you

realized that I can’t even compete with a non-professional. I need a moment to calm down;

turned on her heels and marched out of the lounge, leaving

whether Elise really had a skill or two up her sleeve. So what if she does? Fashion design isn’t like other

brightened up. He didn’t need to dwell on whether she had the skills or raw talent—at least not until she was done tweaking

coming together under Elise’s delicate handiwork. When the dress was finally done, Molly gaped at ot. Elise’s

not a professional, Miss

pursed her lips thoughtfully before replying, “I guess

a Midas touch, what hope is there left

with the silhouette of the dress,

the stitches, Molly helped her to press the fabric on the mannequin and their team spirit was evident. It wasn’t

your stuff, Miss Sinclair. I can’t believe

her posture and massaged her numb legs before she looked at the wall clock to see that it

we been here this long? I didn’t know it was already so late at night.” She had only just said this when her

We can skedaddle now that we’re