Coolest Girl in Town

“Coolest Girl in Town Readonline/Audionovel Chapter 190”

Chapter 190,Coolest Girl in Town
Molly thought, No one in the atelier could be so daring as to lay a finger on Mr. Griffith’s designs. This woman must be either crazy or fearless to actually cut a dress that he has made! As she was oblivious to a stunned Molly’s thoughts, Elise explained breezily, “The inseam isn’t going to work, at least not with this fabric. I’ll have to change it, so could you bring over something thin like gambiered silk gauze from the storage later? Just three feet of it will do.” Molly had yet to recover from her initial shock of seeing someone boldly mutilate Brendan’s creation and she was presently staring at Elise in disbelief. “Is something the matter?” Elise pressed indifferently when she heard no response from the assistant.
With that, Molly instantly snapped out of her daze and she was abruptly reminded of what Brendan had told her earlier. As she nodded profusely, she answered, “No, nothing at all! I’ll get the fabric right away!” With that, she scurried out of the design studio. Now that the dress no longer had its former silhouette, Elise moved to the frontal section of its bodice and began to tweak it with needles and threads. By the time Molly returned with the roll of fabric, Elise was already done with the neckline of the dress. She took in the aftermath and was surprised to see that the dress looked better than it originally had. “Miss Sinclair, I have the gambiered silk gauze you asked for,” she announced tentatively. “Leave it aside for now,” Elise responded as she kept the needles and threads before she reached for the scissors once more. After grabbing one section of the skirt in one hand, she swiftly cut it off. There was a finesse in her movements that Molly found mesmerizing and she did not dare to blink for fear that she would miss out on the slightest of details. “Can I have the ivory thread no.2 please?” Elise asked, breaking the silence that was otherwise filled by the sound of scissors on fabric. Molly quickly shook herself out of her reverie and passed the thread to Elise, who took it. Then, after she mapped out the lines, Elise started to sew.

Throughout the whole process, she hardly spoke a word, but she moved with a fluidity that seemed second nature to her. Molly had to take a break in between, but while she was in the lounge to get a glass of water, Brendan abruptly materialized next to her and asked, “How’s it going in there?” His voice caused her to jump and she nearly choked on her water as she hurried to answer, “Everything’s going pretty well. There’s been no mishap whatsoever.” However, he probed, “Do you think I’d ask you about the process? I’m asking about the dress! How is it?

Has it been destroyed beyond repair?” Molly couldn’t understand why he would ask something as pointed as that. If she had to be honest, she had a distinct feeling that the dress would turn out better than it had been once Elise was done with the adjustments. Moreover, Elise had a unique way of sewing that belied the attention-to-detail she had for every stitch she made. Although Molly had been in this industry for a long time, she hadn’t even encountered someone whose stitchwork could be compared to Elise. In fact, she was under the impression that Elise was a top fashion designer whom Brendan had hired, which was why she asked earnestly, “Where did you find Miss Sinclair, Mr. Griffith?”

was only curious, but Brendan thought she was intimidated by Elise. As a result, he withheld the truth as he dismissed, “Oh, she’s… just a friend. It doesn’t matter; she’s not a professional, so it won’t be surprising if she ruined the dress.” Affrontation registered on Molly’s expression. If Elise is doing so well without being a professional fashion designer, then where do I stand in this industry? “Mr. Griffith, you might as well just stab me through the heart!” she exclaimed, looking wounded. He blinked at her in confusion. “Stab you through the heart? What are you talking about?” She thought he

or her techniques. What does Elise have that sets her apart? At the thought of this, Brendan visibly brightened up. He didn’t need to dwell on whether she had the skills or raw talent—at least not until she was done tweaking his original design for the dress. Meanwhile, Molly had returned to

eyes widened. Elise pursed her lips thoughtfully before replying, “I guess you could say I’m an outsider to this industry.” Molly was torn between laughing hysterically

but there’s one last detail I need to add. Will you help me?” Upon hearing

until after the last stitch had been sewn into the dress that Elise rubbed her aching arm and announced, “We’re finally done.” Molly stretched luxuriously as well and quipped, “You really know your stuff, Miss Sinclair. I can’t believe you managed to do all the adjustments in a day!”

her stomach grumbled in protest, as though reminding her pointedly that she had skipped dinner. “It is getting rather late, Miss Sinclair. We can skedaddle now that we’re done with the dress.” Elise hummed in response. “Well then, should we grab a bite before we each head home?” Molly wanted to turn her down at first, but she didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to hang out with a top-notch designer. As such, she accepted the invitation with haste and said, “That’s a great idea. I happen to know a nearby place that has recently opened and the food is decent. Let’s go.” With plans for