Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 190
Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 190
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Would You Like to Come Over?
Molly thought, No one in the atelier could be so daring as toy a finger on Mr. Griffith’s designs. This
woman must be either crazy or fearless to actually cut a dress that he has made!
As she was oblivious to a stunned Molly’s thoughts, Elise exined breezily, “The inseam isn’t going to
work, at least not with this fabric. I’ll have to change it, so could you bring over something thin like
gambiered silk gauze from the storageter? Just three feet of it will do.”
Molly had yet to recover from her initial shock of seeing someone boldly mutte Brendan’s creation
and she was presently staring at Elise in disbelief.
“Is something the matter?” Elise pressed indifferently when she heard no response from the assistant.
With that, Molly instantly snapped out of her daze and she was abruptly reminded of what Brendan had
told her earlier. As she nodded profusely, she answered, “No, nothing at all! I’ll get the fabric right
away!” With that, she scurried out of the design studio.
Now that the dress no longer had its former silhouette, Elise moved to the frontal section of its bodice
and began to tweak it with needles and threads.
By the time Molly returned with the roll of fabric, Elise was already done with the neckline of the dress.
She took in the aftermath and was surprised to see that the dress looked better than it originally had.
“Miss Sinir, I have the gambiered silk gauze you asked for,” she announced tentatively.
“Leave it aside for now,” Elise responded as she kept the needles and threads before she reached for
the scissors once more. After grabbing one section of the skirt in one hand, she swiftly cut it off. There
was a finesse in her movements that Molly found mesmerizing and she did not dare to blink for fear
that she would miss out on the slightest of details.
“Can I have the ivory thread no.2 please?” Elise asked, breaking the silence that was otherwise filled
by the sound of scissors on fabric.
Molly quickly shook herself out of her reverie and passed the thread to Elise, who took it. Then, after
she mapped out the lines, Elise started to sew.
Throughout the whole process, she hardly spoke a word, but she moved with a fluidity that seemed
second nature to her. Molly had to take a break in between, but while she was in the lounge to get a
ss of water, Brendan abruptly materialized next to her and asked, “How’s it going in there?”
His voice caused her to jump and she nearly choked on her water as she hurried to answer,
“Everything’s going pretty well. There’s been no mishap whatsoever.”
However, he probed, “Do you think I’d ask you about the process? I’m asking about the dress! How is
it? Has it been destroyed beyond repair?”
Molly couldn’t understand why he would ask something as pointed as that. If she had to be honest, she
had a distinct feeling that the dress would turn out better than it had been once Elise was done with the
adjustments.
Moreover, Elise had a unique way of sewing that belied the attention-to-detail she had for every stitch
she made. Although Molly had been in this industry for a long time, she hadn’t even encountered
someone whose stitchwork could bepared to Elise. In fact, she was under the impression that
Elise was a top fashion designer whom Brendan had hired, which was why she asked earnestly,
“Where did you find Miss Sinir, Mr. Griffith?”
Molly was only curious, but Brendan thought she was intimidated by Elise. As a result, he withheld the
truth as he dismissed, “Oh, she’s… just a friend. It doesn’t matter; she’s not a professional, so it won’t
be surprising if she ruined the dress.”
Affrontation registered on Molly’s expression. If Elise is doing so well without being a professional
fashion designer, then where do I stand in this industry? “Mr. Griffith, you might as well just stab me
through the heart!” she eximed, looking wounded.
He blinked at her in confusion. “Stab you through the heart? What are you talking about?”
She thought he was feigning innocence and drawled sourly, “Wow, Mr. Griffith, despite all my years of
working as a fashion designer, I just realized that I can’t evenpete with a non-professional. I need
a moment to calm down; excuse me while I nurse my injured pride to health.”
With that, she turned on her heels and marched out of the lounge, leaving Brendan shouting after her
in bewilderment, “Hey, don’t just walk off without exining yourself!”
s, silence was all he received in return. He had a sudden realization that something was off and
wondered whether Elise really had a skill or two up her sleeve. So what if she does? Fashion design
isn’t like other fields; it takes time before one can fully perfect his or her techniques. What does Elise
have that sets her apart?
At the thought of this, Brendan visibly brightened up. He didn’t need to dwell on whether she had the
skills or raw talent—at least not until she was done tweaking his original design for the dress.
Meanwhile, Molly had returned to the design studio just as the silhouette of the dress wasing
together under Elise’s delicate handiwork. When the dress was finally done, Molly gaped at ot. Elise’s
design seemed to breathe new life into the dress; its refinement was as good as, if not, better than
Brendan’s craftsmanship.
“Are you sure you’re not a professional, Miss Sinir?” Molly asked as her eyes widened.
Elise pursed her lips thoughtfully before replying, “I guess you could say I’m an outsider to this
industry.”
Molly was torn betweenughing hysterically and breaking down in tears. If an outsider like Elise could
have such a Midas touch, what hope is there left for those in the industry like me? “Miss Sinir, your
talent in this is incredible,” she praised with genuine awe.
After another nce at the dress, Elise added, “I’m almost done with the silhouette of the dress, but
there’s onest detail I need to add. Will you help me?”
Upon hearing this, Molly nodded keenly and the both of them started on thest bit of sewing and
tweaking on the dress. Where Elise was working on the stitches, Molly helped her to press the fabric on
the mannequin and their team spirit was evident. It wasn’t until after thest stitch had been sewn into
the dress that Elise rubbed her aching arm and announced, “We’re finally done.”
Molly stretched luxuriously as well and quipped, “You really know your stuff, Miss Sinir. I can’t
believe you managed to do all the adjustments in a day!”
Elise straightened her posture and massaged her numb legs before she looked at the wall clock to see
that it was close to 10:00PM.
“Have we been here this long? I didn’t know it was already sote at night.” She had only just said this
when her stomach grumbled in protest, as though reminding her pointedly that she had skipped dinner.
“It is getting ratherte, Miss Sinir. We can skedaddle now that we’re done with the dress.”
Elise hummed in response. “Well then, should we grab a bite before we each head home?”
Molly wanted to turn her down at first, but she didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to hang out
with a top-notch designer. As such, she epted the invitation with haste and said, “That’s a great
idea. I happen to know a nearby ce that has recently opened and the food is decent. Let’s go.”
With ns for supper in mind, both women draped a tarp over the finished dress and locked up the
studio before they left.
They arrived at a nearby barbecue joint and as soon as they staked out a table, Molly ordered a few of
her favorite dishes. “You can get whatever you like, Miss Sinir. Dinner’s on me tonight,” she dered
proudly, not wanting toe off as a Scrooge in front of Elise.
Elise beamed at her. “In that case, I’ll take you up on your offer.” She took the menu and proceeded to
order a couple of her own favorite dishes. Then, she handed the order chit to the owner of the
barbecue joint.
“Do you drink, Miss Sinir? Can’t spell barbecue without beer, you know.”
She did miss the refreshing taste of beer and the enthusiasm that came with the idea of drinking a pint
or two immediately seized her. “Sure, I’ll have a bottle.”
Molly grinned and turned to inform the owner, “Hey, can we get two bottles of snow beer over here?”
Upon seeing how at home Molly felt at the establishment, Elise couldn’t help asking, “Are you a regr
here?”
“Not really,” Molly began. “I’ve been here a couple times with my colleagues, though. The owner here
cooks up a tasty barbecue. You’ll know what I mean after you take a biteter.”
“Well, I guess I’ll find out for sure when the foodes.”
As soon as Elise said this, her phone rang in her pocket. She fished it out to see Alexander’s name
shing on her screen and she quickly answered the call.
“Where are you? You should be home by now.”
His distinct and pleasant voice spoke on the other line, and upon hearing it, she replied, “I’m at a
barbecue joint. Would you like toe over?”