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

representation, the core design

from the draft. He overlapped them

him to seek out Abigail. However, Sean headed

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

elevator.

Sean, but she hesitated momentarily when she

are you going, Sean? The show starts today, and I’m feeling nervous. Can we

hand, and when

darkened.

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

could

say anything.

and knew he had a role to play. So, he prevented her from entering the elevator with Sean. “Miss Palmer, allow me

late for the

planned. drama with Nina had not yet

nervous.”

Cameron said, “It’s alright.”

the backstage area was bustling with activity. The crew members were inspecting the runway,

who had been waiting patiently, grabbed his

just ironed my suit, Sean.

“You’ve hidden the secret well,

taken aback, then quickly blinked in surprise. He asked