Coolest Girl in Town

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?” His voice caused her to jump and she nearly choked on her water as she hurried to answer, “Everything’s going pretty well. There’s been no mishap whatsoever.” However, he probed, “Do you think I’d ask you about the process? I’m asking about the dress! How is it?

a distinct feeling that the dress would turn out better than it had been once Elise was done with the adjustments. Moreover, Elise had a unique way of sewing that belied the attention-to-detail she had for 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

she’s not a professional, so it won’t be surprising if she ruined the dress.” Affrontation registered on Molly’s expression. If Elise is doing so well without being a professional fashion designer, then where do I stand in this industry? “Mr. Griffith, you might as well just stab me through the heart!” she exclaimed, looking wounded. He blinked at her in confusion. “Stab you

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

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 her apart? At the thought of this, Brendan visibly 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 his original design for the dress. Meanwhile, Molly had returned to the design studio just as the silhouette of the dress was coming together under Elise’s delicate

refinement was as good as, if not, better than Brendan’s craftsmanship. “Are you sure you’re not a professional, Miss Sinclair?” Molly asked as her eyes widened. Elise pursed her lips thoughtfully before replying, “I guess you could say I’m an outsider to this industry.” Molly was torn between laughing hysterically and breaking down in tears. If an outsider like Elise

to add. Will you help me?” Upon hearing this, Molly nodded keenly and the both of them started on the last bit of sewing and tweaking on

I can’t believe you managed to do all the