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?”

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

the process? I’m asking about the dress!

she had to be honest, she had a distinct feeling that the dress would turn out better than it

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

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

being a professional fashion designer, then where do I stand in this industry? “Mr. Griffith,

you through the heart? What

just realized that I can’t

heels and marched out of the lounge, leaving Brendan shouting after her

a skill or two up her sleeve. So what if she does? Fashion design isn’t like other fields; it takes time before

she had the skills or raw talent—at least not until she was

the dress was finally done, Molly gaped at ot. Elise’s design seemed to breathe new life into the dress; its refinement was as good as, if not,

not a professional, Miss Sinclair?” Molly asked as her eyes

her lips thoughtfully before replying, “I guess you could say I’m an outsider to this

Elise could have such a Midas touch, what hope is there left for those in the industry like me? “Miss Sinclair, your talent in this is incredible,” she

silhouette of the dress, but

Molly helped her to press the fabric on the mannequin and their team spirit was evident.

well and quipped, “You really know your stuff, Miss Sinclair. I can’t believe you managed to do all the adjustments

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

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

Miss Sinclair. We can skedaddle