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

the start. W Marks Studio hasn’t commenced our order yet, so

I cannot

was filled with

why Natalie would

undoubtedly please you. While I appreciate your kind gesture to switch designers temporarily to bring me business, it would ultimately hurt the designers at W Marks Studio and

woman, instantly understood

actions would

but also strain the relationship between Natalie and

Estella conceded, a contrite

assured, I’ll actively seek other opportunities to bring you business in the

too,

her that they would undoubtedly seek her

from design

Natalie inquired about the status of

name, Estella’s smile was

even mention Sean to

a workaholic! He never has

one

continued to vent, waving

of time and energy from

impassioned tirade, Estella failed to notice the sudden quiet

“Ahem…”

familiar, embarrassed cough interrupted

Estella recognized the

face stiffened, and she quickly swallowed the harsh words she had been ready to

“Actually…”

and attempted to curry favor with

Brandon—no, I mean, Mr. Larson—is the

“It’s too late now.”

voice

“Are you criticizing me?”

distance between herself and Brandon, wearing an

today. Oh, I was merely jesting… I’m here to introduce some potential clients

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