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Chapter 189 Not One to Be Trifled With

“I think that the fabric of the dress could be better since it’s weighing me down and extremely tight as well. I believe there may be ways to make it a lot more comfortable.” As soon as these words tumbled out of Elise’s mouth, Brendan’s smile faded.

He was a fashion designer, after all, and as far as an artist’s ego was concerned, he couldn’t stand having others criticize his work, especially one which he held with esteem. However, given that the present critic was Elise herself, he suppressed his injured pride and asked with forced patience, “In that case, what fabric do you suggest we incorporate?”

Although Brendan sounded casual enough, there was a trace of disdain in his tone that seemingly implied that she had no right to comment on the making of the dress, given that she was not an expert.

Elise, on the other hand, did not bridle at the hostility underlying his question, and instead replied mildly, “I personally think that a fiber-based tulle would be a better choice and there should be some adjustments to the skirt to make it weigh less. It might help with the aesthetics, too.”

At that moment, he was sure that the girl was besmirching his design. While keeping his resentment at bay, he bit out, “Well then, since you’ve said so, I guess I’ll just try to tweak the dress.” With that, he gestured for his assistant to help her out of the dress.

Upon sensing his disgruntlement, Elise quickly explained, “Don’t get me wrong; I love your design and how beautiful it is. Whatever I said earlier was merely a suggestion.”

Brendan hummed curtly in response. “That’s fine. If you think the dress needs some tweaking, then I’ll just go along with it.”

Not wanting to further prod the bruise on his artist’s esteem, she conceded and changed out of the dress, which was later taken away by his assistant.

Meanwhile, after having observed the slightly tense exchange, Alexander knew instantly that Brendan was very much offended by Elise’s remarks. Fashion design was not his forte, but he understood Brendan’s temperament and he was only too familiar with Brendan’s intolerance toward any criticism about his work.

“Brendan, I don’t think it’s a bad idea to make a few slight adjustments, but if you don’t want to go along with it, why don’t you let Elise take charge instead?” Alexander placated while delicately selecting his words.

design when she wasn’t even a fellow designer, but Alexander’s words made sense. As such, he decided to allow her to tweak the dress as she

sneaked into his voice as he drawled, “You know what? I think you’re right, Alexander. Elise, if you have better ideas for the dress, then you’re welcome to make all the adjustments as you please.

it, Elise paused in thought and finally agreed, “Alright then, I’ll give it

He thought that she might become flustered and turn down his offer, but exasperation seized him when he saw how confident she looked. How could a girl

You can come to me if you need any help, or would you prefer I dispatch two assistants

replied, “I think one assistant should suffice. I’ll drop by tomorrow and start on the

piled into the car. Alexander peered at her in the rearview mirror and pointed out, “You can do

for you. As the words reverberated in her headspace, she smiled and responded, “You could have a little more faith in me, you know. After all, I’d never do anything without first having the confidence that

true reason behind his attraction for her; he

atelier alone. Unlike yesterday, everyone at the atelier was too preoccupied with their own work to notice her presence. She paid no mind to

“Come in.”

voice, she pushed open the

looked up and when he saw her, he stiffened.

before asking, “I can get started on the dress

up, believing that she was nothing but a big talker at that time. Then again, he’d like to see how she was going to ruin

from his seat. He led her down the hallway and when they came to a stop at the end, he declared, “You can work on the dress here. All the tools are in there and I’ll have my assistant, Molly, lend you a

the sight of the dress, which hung on the mannequin’s frame. As she walked toward it, she appraised the dress from all angles and began to sketch something

cooped up in his office when Molly entered. “You wanted to see