Only then did Natalie notice several others standing beside Estella.

She greeted them with a beaming smile, “Hello, and welcome to my studio.”

They returned Natalie’s warm welcome.

Estella grinned, “Aside from paying you a visit, my friends also wish to commission you to design a few garments for them.

Might you have the time?”

Natalie was taken aback by Estella’s unexpected visit and the generous offer.

She was deeply touched.

“Thank you, Estella.”

“Oh, there’s no need for thanks.”

Estella brushed off the gratitude with a wave of her hand.

“Shall we head inside?”

Natalie eagerly ushered everyone into the reception area and instructed Lexi to prepare coffee.

Once all was in order, Natalie inquired with anticipation, “What kind of designs are you looking for?”

One of Estella’s companions chimed in, “Truth be told, we initially placed this order with W Marks Studio.

However, upon learning you’d established your own studio, we’d like you to take over the project.”

Natalie’s surprise was evident.

“An order from W Marks? Is that…appropriate?” Estella nodded, her smile reassuring.

chose W Marks initially because you were the designer there. Now that you’re an independent

we sought from the start. W Marks Studio hasn’t commenced our

I cannot accept

was filled with

one could fathom why Natalie would refuse

the skill and creativity to craft designs that will undoubtedly please you. While I appreciate your kind gesture to switch designers temporarily to bring me business,

woman,

their actions would

Marks Studio but also strain

right,” Estella conceded, a contrite expression on her

other opportunities to

too,

that they would undoubtedly

design

chat, Natalie inquired about the status of Estella and

hearing Sean’s name, Estella’s smile was quickly replaced

even mention

is a workaholic! He never

blame for Sean’s excessive overtime fell squarely on one

vent, waving

last drop of time and energy from his employees. It’s left Sean with no

the sudden quiet in the

“Ahem…”

cough interrupted

that Estella recognized the voice’s

stiffened, and she quickly swallowed the harsh words she

“Actually…”

managed an awkward smile and attempted to curry favor with

Mr. Larson—is the finest boss in the

“It’s too late now.”

voice sounded

“Are you criticizing me?”

distance between herself

I was merely jesting… I’m here to introduce some potential clients

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