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?”

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

ask you about the process? I’m asking about the

she had a distinct feeling that the dress would turn out better than it had been

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 was why she asked earnestly, “Where

intimidated by Elise. As a result, he withheld the truth as he dismissed, “Oh, she’s… just a friend. It doesn’t matter; she’s not a professional,

If Elise is doing so well without being a professional fashion designer, then where do I stand in this industry? “Mr.

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

years of working as a fashion designer, I just realized that I

lounge, leaving Brendan shouting

received in return. He had a sudden realization that something was off and wondered whether Elise really had a skill or two up her sleeve. So what if she does? Fashion design isn’t like other fields; it takes time before one can fully perfect his or her techniques. What does Elise have that sets

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

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

Miss Sinclair?”

before replying, “I guess you could say I’m

breaking down in tears. If an outsider like Elise could have such a Midas touch, what hope is there left for those in the

the dress, Elise added, “I’m almost done with the silhouette of the

on the last bit of sewing and tweaking on the dress. Where Elise was working on the stitches, Molly helped her to press

stretched luxuriously as well and quipped, “You really know your stuff, Miss Sinclair. I can’t believe you managed to do

massaged her numb legs before she looked at the wall clock to see

had only

We can skedaddle now that we’re