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.”

you say?” Natalie put down her notes and walked over to him. “May I know why you’re looking

at the age where he should retire soon. Hence, he has decided to hold a retirement party, where he’ll announce his decision to leave the industry. Here’s the invitation.” The assistant passed

with both

“Alright, I got it. I’ll

“I’ll get going first,

he left, Joyce came out of her office

the studio door after him and turned around. “Are you done with

days from now, and it will be held at the office building of the J City Council. Just make sure to be there,” Joyce replied, stretching leisurely as

nodded, grunting

fell on the invitation card in

a look at it for yourself.”

eyes widened in amazement. “Oh my goodness, is Mr.

Natalie towards

a designer whose talent is on

because he’s getting 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.

wasn’t a fashion designer, so she could only nod in confusion when she heard this. “Is that so? The invitation card says that the banquet will be held tonight.