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.”

say?” Natalie put down her notes and walked over to him.

Moore thinks he’s 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 her an invitation

him with both hands and read through

she closed the invitation card and said, “Alright, I got it.

assistant nodded. “I’ll get going first,

left, Joyce came out of her office and asked

assistant.” Natalie shut the studio door after him and

days from now, and it will be held at the office building of

grunting

on the invitation card

it for yourself.” Natalie handed the card

it from her and glanced at it. Her eyes widened in amazement. “Oh

Natalie towards her own

her, looking a bit confused. “Mr. Moore is a designer whose talent is

they reach a certain age, they’ll be left with no more inspiration. That’s what happened to my mentor. After he realized that he wasn’t going anywhere with fashion design anymore, he switched over to clothing research,” Natalie said,

designer, so she could only nod in confusion when she heard this. “Is that so? The invitation card says that the