âOh, my, Iâm graced by the presence of the great Alexa,â Roza teased as she welcomed her mentor to her studio.
Roza thought it was badass enough that her mentor was Sharon and Bella Thompson-the daughter of the richest man in Hatchbay.
Her jaw dropped when she learned about another of her mentorâs
personas.
Alexa and Sharon were titans of the fashion and jewelry worlds.
âOh, right. Oh, right. I know itâs my fault for keeping it from you. Tell me. How can I make it up to you?â Showing her domineering side,
Bella wrapped her arm around Rozaâs waist.
âAll I want is for you to visit more often.â
Roza pouted. âDonât just come here when you need help.â
âYou make me sound like a boyfriend whoâs never around.â
Bella tapped on Rozaâs nose and sighed helplessly. âIâve been busy.
Once the seasonâs over, we can take a trip together. How about that?
All expenses paid.â
âYay! Youâre the best!â
Without time to sit down for a cup of tea, Bella made haste into the
studio with Roza.
A mannequin stood in the middle of the studio, dressed in a nearly
completed red and black light chiffon gown. The color scheme is
sophisticated and stunning-a definition of elegance and refinement.
The sheer dress looked dreamy under the radiant light.
Roza drooled over the gown. âOh, my god. Thatâs a dress for a queen,
for sure.â
âThe gown has been sitting here for two weeks. Havenât you seen
enough of it?â Bella moved closer and ran her fingers along the soft. fabric. Her eyes sparkled.
âI can never have enough of it.â
The admiration and adoration for Bellaâs design were written all over
Rozaâs eyes. âThis is the finest quality silk. Just securing a yard of
this treasure is no easy feat. Dyeing the fabric is labor-intensive. A
single yard of it takes up to a year to die. Iâm talking about three
washes, nine boils, and eighteen dryings! I canât believe you managed
to acquire such fine material. Nowadays, you canât find any silk of the
same quality as yours. I wonât be surprised to find the fabric selling for a high price in an auction.â
âThis silk is my personal collection. I only want to give my family the
best.â
Bella rolled up her sleeves and continued to finish Celesteâs birthday
dress.
A black Maybach drove into the compound of Rozaâs studio..
lan got out of the car to open the door for Justin.
He exclaimed at the sight of La Voiture Noire parked at the gate.
âM-Mr. Salvador, the young madam is here.â
Justinâs dim eyes lit up, and he stepped out of the car.
Sure enough, it was Bellaâs car.
The Fujiwara Tofu Shop sticker was still on the bumper.
As his eyes softened, Justin smiled.
Struck by a thought, he turned around and checked his reflection on
the tinted car window. He tightened his Windsor knot.
lanâs mouth dropped seeing how Justin acted nervously like he was
on his first date.
Justin was usually confident with his looks.
To think he would be flustered over a woman like a teenager.
âHow do I look today?â Justin turned around and asked indifferently.