Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Natalie let go of Connor’s hand and told him to go and play in her office. After putting her bag down, she nodded at Joyce and said, “You’re here early today, Joyce.”

“Good morning! How was the meeting yesterday?” Joyce asked anxiously.

Natalie took out her notebook and passed it to her. “Here are the notes I made during the meeting. Take a look at them yourself.”

Hearing this, Joyce took the notebook from her and started reading through the notes. When she finished, she was so excited that she started clapping with joy. “That’s amazing! Nat, we have to enter this competition and win the right to represent our country!”

“Well, I’ll go and sign us up, then.” With that, Joyce turned around and made a beeline for her own office.

Natalie didn’t follow after her. Instead, she started walking around the studio to check out other designers’ works.

At that moment, a plain-looking man in a suit appeared at the door of the studio. He knocked on the door and asked politely, “Excuse me, is Ms. Natalie Smith around?”

Natalie gripped her design notes a little tighter and looked at him warily. “That’s me. May I know who you are?”

The man smiled courteously and introduced himself. “I’m Mr. Alfred Moore’s assistant.”

and walked over to

he has decided to hold a retirement party, where he’ll announce his decision to leave the industry. Here’s the invitation.”

with both hands and read through

“Alright, I got it. I’ll be

the assistant nodded. “I’ll get

out of her office and asked confusedly, “Nat, who was that

door after him and

held at the office building of the J City Council. Just make sure to be there,” Joyce replied, stretching

grunting

gaze fell on the invitation card in her hands.

at it for yourself.” Natalie handed the card

eyes widened in amazement. “Oh my goodness, is Mr. Moore actually going to

towards

Moore is a designer whose talent is on the same level as your mentor. Why would he suddenly

older. That’s to be expected, I suppose. A designer’s ingenuity can only sustain them for so long—once they reach a certain age, they’ll be left with no more inspiration. That’s

“Is that so? The invitation card says that the banquet will be held