I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 112 She’s Alana

When Sean received the files from Cameron at six in the morning, he wasted no time over the past two days gathering all the information he could. He opened the picture he had taken of Abigail’s notebook and meticulously laid out all the drafts Cameron had collected. She had sketched a multitude of patterns. Sean meticulously compared them to the patterns in Alana’s designs.

When he came across the same stork design, Sean placed his phone on the draft and examined it closely. The shading used by Abigail on the stork was strikingly similar to Alana’s style. He knew

that shading was a critical aspect of an artist’s talent, and no matter how gifted Abigail was, she couldn’t replicate the essence of Alana’s art in such a short time.

He concentrated tirelessly, searching for similarities between Alana’s and Abigail’s designs. As time

ticked by, he held up the final design. He scrutinized it to compare it to the ones in Abigail’s

notebook.

The design had an unmistakable smudge and was adorned with intricate rose designs. He recalled

taking a picture of a rose drawing in Abigail’s notebook the previous night, and it bore the same

shading technique as the final draft. Even though the final design had transformed the roses into a

3D representation, the core design remained unchanged.

eyes away from the draft. He overlapped

expecting him to seek out

the elevator, they ran into Joan, who came out from

elevator.

Sean, but she hesitated momentarily when she noticed

are you going, Sean? The show starts today, and I’m feeling

and when she realized they were

darkened.

a button on the elevator panel. “I’m short on time, Joan. You have a busy schedule, too. Head to the dressing room.” The elevator

could

say anything.

prevented her from entering the elevator with Sean.

late for

their planned. drama with Nina had not yet begun, so

nervous.”

Cameron said, “It’s alright.”

The crew members were inspecting the runway, others were

scene, looking suave. However, the moment he stepped out, Scan, who had been waiting patiently, grabbed his collar and pushed him back into the

ironed my

point. “You’ve hidden the secret

in surprise. He asked with curiosity, “How did you figure it