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    Cam smiled gently, nodding in agreement.


    “But that’s a bit too far–fetched. At least most fortune–tellers make some sense,” Erica joked with a


    laugh. “The funniest part is that your true love supposedly appeared at 17, when you were still in


    your senior year of high school, right? Let me think, who could that possibly be?”


    She pondered for a half–minute, then shook her head.m“I can’t think of anyone.”


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    “I never really believed in fortune–telling to begin with. I just wanted to give the old man some


    compensation,” Cam said with a smile.


    They strolled leisurely to the fabric store..


    “Come help me pick out some fabrics,” Cam suggested:


    What do you need the fabric for?” Erica asked, puzzled.


    “I want to make a shawl for Mr. Connor’s mother,” Cam exined with a smile.


    When they entered the fabric store, Erica was dazzled by the variety of fabrics. Cam headed


    straight for the cashmere section, expertly picking out her choices.


    “A camel–colored shawl would suit Mr. Connor’s mother perfectly,” Cam exined. “She has such


    a refined air about her, and this color is both ssy and versatile.”


    Erica nodded in agreement, always impressed by Cam’s unique taste. “It’s a pity. You could have


    gone to fashion school, but you got sick right during your finals. If that hadn’t happened, you might


    have be a brilliant–fashion designer by now,” Erica said with a hint of regret.


    Camughed, self–deprecatingly. “It’s just my luck.”


    Tuming to Erica, she added, “Things are pretty good now, though. I have a high–paying job with


    great benefits. I have nothing to regret, really.


    Erica looked at Cam, feeling deeply moved, “Maybe this is all just fate.”


    Cam chuckled, looking down at her blouse. She raised an eyebrow at Erica and proudly said,


    “Even though I’m not a professional designer, making my own clothes is no big deal. Look, I sewed


    this blouse. Who could tell?”


    Erica nodded vigorously, her eyes shining. “Exactly! Even without formal training, your design skills


    are on par with those big–name designers!”


    Cam responded with augh, “Hehe, right? If one day I lose my job, I’ll just start an online shop


    and be my own boss! But before that, I need to do well at Mr. Connor’spany to save up some


    capital.”


    Erica immediately became enthusiastic. “Sure! And when I be the editor–in–chief one day, I’ll


    give you several full pages to showcase your talent!”


    Cam grinned slyly, “Haha, then I’ll rely on my future editor–in–chief! Here’s to your bright future


    and rapid rise!”


    Theyughed together.


    After returning home, Cam took a shower and changed into her pajamas. She took out her


    precious sewing machine from the box, gently caressing it, her eyes gleaming with détermination.


    She had saved up to buy this sewing machine while working part–time in college. Though it wasn’t


    the most professional model, it was sufficient for her needs.


    She spread out the high–quality cashmere fabric she bought from the fabric store, carefully


    measuring and calcting. She held a ruler In her hands, making light marks on the fabric with


    chalk.


    The gift she was making for Connor’s mother had to be perfect. After much thought, she decided to


    hand–make a shawl. She believed that such a gift would not only show sincerity but also match


    Erica’s elegant demeanor


    ing a deep breath, Cam began meticulously cutting the fabric.