“What is it, Stella?””
“Did you engage in a confrontation yesterday while exiting?”“She enquired with great directness.”
“What?”Brianna enquired, astonished that she possessed this knowledge. By what means could she ascertain this information?
“Mister.” Stella stated, as she took a seat in the chair opposite Brianna’s desk, “Scrumptious visited the store this morning and attempted to persuade me into disclosing your home address.”
Brianna was now staring at her; had the goddess enchanted the pack’s Gamma to extract all of Stella’s information? “Did you inform him, Stella?”Brianna enquired, visibly apprehensive.
“What?” Negative! Certainly, not Brianna. <text”I frequently felt an urge to strike his attractive visage,” she remarked, shaking her head, “but then he informed me. Brianna, you were injured in a confrontation. I was genuinely concerned.
“Did you inform him subsequently?””
“Negative!”She shook her head. “I know you would have contacted me immediately!” Should an incident occur involving you.
“Certainly, I would have.” Brianna deceived her. “Do I appear injured to you?”She rose and pivoted to allow Stella a full view of her.
“No,” Stella affirmed, “they are employing unscrupulous tactics now.” I disapprove of it, Brianna, and I doubt they will cease their interference with you as well.
Brianna sighed; it appeared otherwise entirely. “Mr. Delectable?She pondered aloud that few could withstand that man’s allure, “You were not captivated by him?” Is that all?”
“No, it is his demeanor,” she replied, shaking her head. “Extremely confident in himself.” What is the origin of that accent? That unexpectedly emerged from him… I simply,” she shrugged, “became irritated with him, which appeared to astonish him as well, that I was not entirely enamoured with him. I rolled my eyes at him at one moment, and he merely stood there, staring at me in astonishment.
Brianna smiled and remarked, “I wager it did; that man excels with women more than anyone at Wood Industries.” It was intriguing that Stella remained unaffected by Carlos’s allure.
Mr. Wood himself experienced greater fortune in that regard. I nearly divulged to him what he desired yesterday. Displayed all smiles and charm towards me in the store. Are they all similar in that regard?”
“Indeed, regrettably,” Brianna affirmed. “That is, when they desire something from you.”
“Brianna, I observed something regarding Mr. Wood during his recent visit, which occurred just 10 to 15 minutes after your departure.”
“What observations did you make?”She enquired, now intrigued herself.
“Logan’s eyes are identical to Mr. Wood’s.” Her gaze was exceedingly direct.
Brianna remained silent. However, one can rely on Stella to notice such details; it is inconceivable that she could overlook them. Those eyes were unmistakably a deep, dark blue, interspersed with brilliant green flecks, reminiscent of blue-green opals—exceedingly beautiful and mesmerizing—contrasting sharply with her caramel brown eyes.
“I surmise he is unaware, which explains your reaction and your avoidance of him, correct?” She remained astute, although this was not the reason for her desire to evade him.
I heard the doorbell and instructed Stella to respond. The woman proceeded despite Brianna’s failure to respond to her inquiry; she was not foolish.
Miss Winchester arrived punctually to discuss her dress and create a sketch of her preferences. The sketch was not a mere rough draft; it was highly detailed, leading Brianna to suspect that it was not created by the girls.
Captured a screenshot for reference. It seemed quite familiar to her, so she enquired about the designer.
“Indeed, I did, but I had my friend create the drawing.” What do you estimate the production cost will be?”
Brianna replied, “That depends on numerous factors: the choice of fabrics, lace, the quality and style of beading, the type of buttons, the underlay, whether you desire an inbuilt corset, your budget, and the specific material you wish to use.”
“Indeed, I possess a list,” she stated, producing a computer-printed inventory of materials and presenting it to Brianna. “I prefer to be well-prepared,” she smiled directly at Brianna.
Brianna placed her phone on her lap and, upon examining the list of materials in her hand, realised that this dress was not designed by the girl but by another designer. The design was by Naomi Lambardi. She was unequivocally certain of it.
“Are you certain you created this?” I will not create another designer’s dress.
“I did,” she affirmed. “My friend is simply an exceptional sketch artist.”
Brianna acknowledged this with a nod, as she sent the image of the dress to Naomi’s number to ascertain if it was her design. Was merely awaiting confirmation.
Her phone began to ring shortly thereafter, displaying Naomi’s name on the screen.
“I apologise, may I take this?””
“Certainly, proceed.” Miss Winchester smiled. Brianna set the phone on the desk, activated the call button, and switched to speakerphone. “Naomi, how are you?”Miss Winchester’s eyes widened.
“I lack proficiency, Brianna.” Did you just send me a design sketch of my most recent gown, which was released a month ago?”
I concur. A Miss Winchester is asserting ownership, but I immediately identified your label and thought you should be informed.
Brianna clutched the sketch as the girl sprang to her feet, attempting to seize it from her.
“Please provide me with the details of that girl, Brianna.”
“Certainly, I will provide them in detail and can include the photograph if desired.”
“It is my design,” Miss Winchester exclaimed abruptly.
“The theft of a designer’s dress constitutes a crime,” Naomi asserted over the line, “and I will be filing charges, Brianna, please apprehend her.”
