You Are My One and Only

Scott smiled. “Good luck, Mommy!”

Her son’s encouragement was the motivation she needed. Patricia nodded. “I will.”

Scott sent Patricia off. He was in a black coat, and the way he saw her off reminded Patricia of Isaac. For some reason, she thought Scott resembled Isaac a little. She smiled. Maybe that’s what every handsome guy looks like when they’re kids.

Patricia drove her red Volvo all the way to Claudetown University. The training class was held there, and she heard that it was really professional and raised countless famous designers. Patricia found a spot and sat down. There were both men and women there, and there were about twenty people.

The girl beside her moved closer. “Hi, I’m Janice. Nice to know you, classmate.”

smiled at her. “Hi,

outgoing person, and they got along well just a moment

with the Anistons. She could not afford them now, though. They were expensive, and every new design would always sell out very quickly. She had to be rich and had connections with the official store to get one for herself. Either that,

and got to know a few of their teachers and

her books and was about to leave, but the homeroom teacher

is calling me.

I thought we could have lunch

teacher. “What do you need, Ms. Yliaster?” The teacher remembers my name on the first day. My name

see you, Patricia. Come

a black dress, and no matter how Patricia looked, this woman had a magnificent

it’s really you! I’m so happy to see you! I adore your designs!” Patricia did not expect to

raised her hand elegantly. “I made coffee for you.