Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 256


    Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 256


    Seeing how Elise had already returned to normal, the weight on Brendan’s heart lifted atst. “No, it’s


    nothing like that. I came over to apologize. That thing with Maeve was all because of me. I’ve ended up


    causing a lot of trouble for you.” Elise’s expression hardly changed at the mention of Maeve. “It’s no big


    deal. It’s all in the past now.” “Yeah. By the way, there’s something I need to tell you. During your break,


    a servant from the Anderson Family in Tissote dropped by our atelier, looking for you to design a


    wedding gown. Since you weren’t there, we didn’t manage to seal the deal.


    Now that you’re back though, are you maybe interested in talking with the client?” Elise was taken


    aback. “From Tissote? Asking for me?” Brendan grinned as he nodded. “Looks like your name is


    getting out there. That’s a good thing.” Elise let out a hum. “When’s the clienting?” “I’ll give them a


    call first. We’ll talk about the timeframeter.” Elise contemted for a moment before answering,


    “Okay, let me know once you’ve arranged the appointment.”


    After Brendan left, he called the client. The client seemed to be in a rush, for an appointment was


    immediately made for the client to meet Elise at the atelierter that afternoon. The person who


    showed up was a graceful woman in her forties, who oozed elegance and femininity. “Pleased to meet


    you, Miss Sinir,” the woman promptly greeted Elise upon seeing her. “Nice meeting you too.” Elise


    reached out and shook the woman’s hand. The woman smiled as she sat down. “I am Rowena


    Johnson. You may call me Ms. Johnson.” “Ms. Johnson. I heard that you came from Tissote, right?”


    “That is right. I am here today on behalf of my mistress to look for you specifically. My mistress has


    seen your designs and she was fascinated by them. Therefore, she would like your help in designing a


    wedding gown.” “And who could your mistress be?” Rowena took out her phone and handed it over to


    Elise. A picture was disyed on the screen. “This is Faye Anderson, thedy I serve.” Elise nced at


    the woman in the picture.


    She looked to be in her early twenties, and her features were dainty and delicate. The woman very


    much resembled a Barbie doll. “She’s so beautiful!” “Thank you! My mistress will have her wedding at


    the end of the year, so I would like for you to spare no effort in her wedding gown’s design.” “I can see


    that Miss Anderson is a very elegantdy. But, I wonder if she has any idea for the kind of gown she


    would like? After all, as designers, we need to know our clients’ wishes,” Elise quickly inquired. “You


    have a point, Miss Sinir. Miss Anderson has already written down her requests.” As she spoke,


    Rowena took out an A4-sized sheet of paper from her bag and handed it to Elise.


    “She said that they were written down here. All you need to do is follow her ideas for the design.” Elise


    unfolded the paper, but after surveying every inch of it, she found absolutely nothing. “But Ms. Johnson,


    there’s nothing written on the paper.” Rowena smiled. “I am not sure about that either, but Miss


    Anderson did say that she wrote her requests on this sheet of paper.” Elise was surprised, but after a


    second check, she still found nothing. Just as she was about to voice her question, Rowena spoke up


    again. “She said that if you can figure out the mystery of this paper, then you will certainly be able to


    design the wedding gown of her dreams. If you have any questions, you may ask me now.”


    Elise pressed her lips together, thinking that Faye’s actions were unfathomable. What was Faye


    nning to convey by giving Elise a nk paper? “I’d like to ask you—do you really want me to design


    a wedding gown with the requests on this nk paper?” Rowena nodded in surety. “Yes, Miss Sinir.


    It is as you said. Rumor has it that you’ll be attending Tissote University next month. Why don’t you


    hand Miss Anderson your first draft when you arrive at Tissote? How does that sound to you?”


    Designing a wedding dress in a month was no problem.


    However, there was a bigger problem at bay. Just what kind of profound mysteries does this nk


    sheet of paper hold? Elise wondered. “Ms. Johnson, all I can promise you is that I’ll give it a try. If you


    are not pleased with the draft, I can do a full refund.” “That is fine. I ask you to give it your all.” Having


    said that, Rowena then went to look for Brendan. “Mr. Griffith, here is the deposit.” She handed


    Brendan a check as she said so.


    Brendan took a nce at it before speaking up in shock. “Isn’t this a little too much? This amount far


    exceeds the prices of our custom designs.” “My mistress has said that Miss Sinir’s work is worth this


    money. And of course, we hope that Miss Sinir will be able to give us a design worthy of this sum.”


    Brendan was conflicted. He looked at Elise, and in the end, he asked for her opinion. “Elise, are you


    confident in making this wedding dress?” Elise eyed the paper in her hands. All she did was say, “I’ll


    give it my best shot!” Having heard Elise’s answer, Brendan felt relieved. It was only then that he


    epted Rowena’s check. Right before she left, Rowena looked at Elise and said, “I look forward to


    seeing you in Tissote.


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    May the daye soon!” “Thank you! I’ll do my best for the design.” “I apologize for the trouble. Here


    is the address for the Anderson estate. You can call us any time if you are in Tissote.” Rowena handed


    a name card to Elise. Elise epted it and put it away. Once they saw Rowena off, Elise kept studying


    the sheet of paper. What kind of message could this nk paper be hiding? Elise thought about it for


    ages, but she couldn’t think of any solution. When it was almost closing time, Brendan came knocking


    on her door. “Still studying that thing?”


    Elise raised her head to look at him. “Say, what kind of mysteries can a nk sheet of A4 paper hold?”


    she asked. Brendan shrugged. “No idea. Could there actually be no requests at all, and they just want


    you to make the design based on your own ideas?” “Is that the case?” Elise was perplexed, but she


    also couldn’te up with any better answers. “That’s a possible angle! But I’m just spouting stuff off


    the top of my head. I really don’t know if my guess is right.” Elise was once again conflicted. “But I need


    to finish the draft within a month. It’s actually making me a little worried. What if I have nothing to show


    by the deadline?” “It’s okay! Go take a break first! It’s almost closing time anyway.


    Let me send you home today,” Brendan consoled her. “You don’t have to; I can get home myself.” “No


    can do. Thatst incident has me all jumpy now. If that happens again, Alexander is going to at least


    take ayer of skin off me, if he doesn’t pummel me into next week.” Since Elise couldn’t convince him


    otherwise, she had no choice but to pack up her things and clock out. Brendan had just reached the


    entrance to Elise’s residential area with her when—maybe by coincidence, or maybe not—Alexander


    showed up as well in his car. Brendan quickly rolled down his car window.


    “Hey! Are you here to see Elise?” Alexander lifted an eyebrow slightly before jingling the keys in his


    hand. “No, I live here.” It was Brendan’s turn to go ck-jawed. “What? Did you move? You guys are


    living together now?” Elise quickly cut him off. “That’s not it; he just moved in next door. He’s now my


    neighbor.” That answer made Brendan heave a sigh of relief. “That’s good. That’s great!”