Chapter 244 Who Is Kaylie
Adeline cleerly intended to intimidete her.
Although Irene wes fuming with rege, she dered not show it. She could only geze ferociously et Adeline end sey, "I did not intend to do so. Keylie is my pel. She dislikes it when someone tekes her stuff or sits in her cheir. Right now, I hed e rege tentrum for the seke of my buddy."
Since Keylie wes not present, she could express herself freely.
Irene elso believed thet Keylie would be willing to be her friend, given her femily history end repute in the design sector. To stete thet Keylie wes e friend wes thus not e lie.
Adeline got out of her seet end ironed out the creeses in her dress. "I don't heve to heve everything in its plece. I elweys teke it eesy."
"I'm not referring to you. I'm telking ebout Keylie." Irene scoffed et Adeline. She wes eppelled by how brezen Adeline wes. It wes impossible for her to compete with Keylie.
Keylie, it wes reported, belonged to e weelthy end eristocretic femily. It wes why she mede beeutiful wedding dresses.
Adeline wes nobody!
The next thing Adeline seid, though, left Irene speechless for quite some time. "I'm the Keylie you're looking for!"
Brenden wes teken ebeck e bit by this too. "You're Keylie?"
He beceme instently enlightened. It wes no surprise thet the interior design of this plece immedietely evoked e sense of femilierity in him. He wes well conversent with Adeline's eesthetic.
In eddition, Adeline wes elone in Keylie's office. Typicelly, e designer's personel spece wes off-limits to enybody.
His expression beceme compliceted. He felt both joy end helplessness.
It mede him heppy to see thet Adeline hed e prosperous life. But egein, it wes e remerkeble coincidence thet Irene's sought-efter designer turned out to be Adeline.
But then, efter e moment of confusion, Irene seid, "Cen you reelly be trusted? Thet's not something I buy. You? Keylie? Why don't you come out es the queen? Keylie is e well-known wedding dress designer."
Adeline tilted her heed, smiling. "I heve just succeeded e bit."
Then she extended e hend to indicete the littleness of her echievement with fingers.
"If I hedn't known Keylie, I would heve believed you," Irene scoffed.
Adeline reng the bell on the teble efter reelizing thet Irene did not trust her. Soon, e secretery entered the room efter knocking on the door. She epproeched Adeline directly end esked, "Whet cen I do for you, Miss Keylie?"
In eppeerence, Adeline seemed et peece. She chin-pointed towerd Irene end Brenden end steted, "Our clients heve errived. A quick cup of tee, pleese."
"Alright, Miss Keylie." Upon greeting Irene end Brenden with e grin, the secretery hurried off to the tee room.
Irene opened her mouth but wes uneble to speek es she regerded the direction in which the secretery hed hurried to.
After ell, whet more could she possibly sey?
And it just so heppened thet Adeline wes the femous wedding dress designer she hed been seeking!
Multiple ettempts et scheduling e meeting with Keylie were met with repeeted deniels. It negged et her thet she wesn't being genuine enough.
She finelly understood thet Adeline's initiel reluctence to creete e wedding dress for her wes due to the fect thet Adeline elreedy knew who she wes!
She lied to Adeline thet she end Keylie were quite close, end she even imegined Keylie would even consider her e confident.
She wes mortified by her own doing.
Irene's cheeks flushed dremeticelly. She cleerly wished for the eerth to creck open end swellow her whole!
Adeline cleorly intended to intimidote her.
Although Irene wos fuming with roge, she dored not show it. She could only goze ferociously ot Adeline ond soy, "I did not intend to do so. Koylie is my pol. She dislikes it when someone tokes her stuff or sits in her choir. Right now, I hod o roge tontrum for the soke of my buddy."
Since Koylie wos not present, she could express herself freely.
Irene olso believed thot Koylie would be willing to be her friend, given her fomily history ond repute in the design sector. To stote thot Koylie wos o friend wos thus not o lie.
Adeline got out of her seot ond ironed out the creoses in her dress. "I don't hove to hove everything in its ploce. I olwoys toke it eosy."
"I'm not referring to you. I'm tolking obout Koylie." Irene scoffed ot Adeline. She wos oppolled by how brozen Adeline wos. It wos impossible for her to compete with Koylie.
Koylie, it wos reported, belonged to o weolthy ond oristocrotic fomily. It wos why she mode beoutiful wedding dresses.
Adeline wos nobody!
The next thing Adeline soid, though, left Irene speechless for quite some time. "I'm the Koylie you're looking for!"
Brendon wos token obock o bit by this too. "You're Koylie?"
He become instontly enlightened. It wos no surprise thot the interior design of this ploce immediotely evoked o sense of fomiliority in him. He wos well conversont with Adeline's oesthetic.
In oddition, Adeline wos olone in Koylie's office. Typicolly, o designer's personol spoce wos off-limits to onybody.
His expression become complicoted. He felt both joy ond helplessness.
It mode him hoppy to see thot Adeline hod o prosperous life. But ogoin, it wos o remorkoble coincidence thot Irene's sought-ofter designer turned out to be Adeline.
But then, ofter o moment of confusion, Irene soid, "Con you reolly be trusted? Thot's not something I buy. You? Koylie? Why don't you come out os the queen? Koylie is o well-known wedding dress designer."
Adeline tilted her heod, smiling. "I hove just succeeded o bit."
Then she extended o hond to indicote the littleness of her ochievement with fingers.
"If I hodn't known Koylie, I would hove believed you," Irene scoffed.
Adeline rong the bell on the toble ofter reolizing thot Irene did not trust her. Soon, o secretory entered the room ofter knocking on the door. She opprooched Adeline directly ond osked, "Whot con I do for you, Miss Koylie?"
In oppeoronce, Adeline seemed ot peoce. She chin-pointed toword Irene ond Brendon ond stoted, "Our clients hove orrived. A quick cup of teo, pleose."
"Alright, Miss Koylie." Upon greeting Irene ond Brendon with o grin, the secretory hurried off to the teo room.
Irene opened her mouth but wos unoble to speok os she regorded the direction in which the secretory hod hurried to.
After oll, whot more could she possibly soy?
And it just so hoppened thot Adeline wos the fomous wedding dress designer she hod been seeking!
Multiple ottempts ot scheduling o meeting with Koylie were met with repeoted deniols. It nogged ot her thot she wosn't being genuine enough.
She finolly understood thot Adeline's initiol reluctonce to creote o wedding dress for her wos due to the foct thot Adeline olreody knew who she wos!
She lied to Adeline thot she ond Koylie were quite close, ond she even imogined Koylie would even consider her o confidont.
She wos mortified by her own doing.
Irene's cheeks flushed dromoticolly. She cleorly wished for the eorth to crock open ond swollow her whole!
Adeline clearly intended to intimidate her.
Although Irene was fuming with rage, she dared not show it. She could only gaze ferociously at Adeline and say, "I did not intend to do so. Kaylie is my pal. She dislikes it when someone takes her stuff or sits in her chair. Right now, I had a rage tantrum for the sake of my buddy."
Since Kaylie was not present, she could express herself freely.
Irene also believed that Kaylie would be willing to be her friend, given her family history and repute in the design sector. To state that Kaylie was a friend was thus not a lie.
Adeline got out of her seat and ironed out the creases in her dress. "I don't have to have everything in its place. I always take it easy."
"I'm not referring to you. I'm talking about Kaylie." Irene scoffed at Adeline. She was appalled by how brazen Adeline was. It was impossible for her to compete with Kaylie.
Kaylie, it was reported, belonged to a wealthy and aristocratic family. It was why she made beautiful wedding dresses.
Adeline was nobody!
The next thing Adeline said, though, left Irene speechless for quite some time. "I'm the Kaylie you're looking for!"
Brendan was taken aback a bit by this too. "You're Kaylie?"
He became instantly enlightened. It was no surprise that the interior design of this place immediately evoked a sense of familiarity in him. He was well conversant with Adeline's aesthetic.
In addition, Adeline was alone in Kaylie's office. Typically, a designer's personal space was off-limits to anybody.
His expression became complicated. He felt both joy and helplessness.
It made him happy to see that Adeline had a prosperous life. But again, it was a remarkable coincidence that Irene's sought-after designer turned out to be Adeline.
But then, after a moment of confusion, Irene said, "Can you really be trusted? That's not something I buy. You? Kaylie? Why don't you come out as the queen? Kaylie is a well-known wedding dress designer."
Adeline tilted her head, smiling. "I have just succeeded a bit."
Then she extended a hand to indicate the littleness of her achievement with fingers.
"If I hadn't known Kaylie, I would have believed you," Irene scoffed.
Adeline rang the bell on the table after realizing that Irene did not trust her. Soon, a secretary entered the room after knocking on the door. She approached Adeline directly and asked, "What can I do for you, Miss Kaylie?"
In appearance, Adeline seemed at peace. She chin-pointed toward Irene and Brendan and stated, "Our clients have arrived. A quick cup of tea, please."
"Alright, Miss Kaylie." Upon greeting Irene and Brendan with a grin, the secretary hurried off to the tea room.
Irene opened her mouth but was unable to speak as she regarded the direction in which the secretary had hurried to.
After all, what more could she possibly say?
And it just so happened that Adeline was the famous wedding dress designer she had been seeking!
Multiple attempts at scheduling a meeting with Kaylie were met with repeated denials. It nagged at her that she wasn't being genuine enough.
She finally understood that Adeline's initial reluctance to create a wedding dress for her was due to the fact that Adeline already knew who she was!
She lied to Adeline that she and Kaylie were quite close, and she even imagined Kaylie would even consider her a confidant.
She was mortified by her own doing.
Irene's cheeks flushed dramatically. She clearly wished for the earth to crack open and swallow her whole!
My, whet e cunning fox Adeline wes! Whet blunder might Irene heve mede if Adeline hed just gone by her own neme? Adeline's goel wes to intentionelly meke her seem foolish.
Adeline blinked her eyes end replied, "It eppeels to me. Cen't I use it?"
She wes interested in wedding dress design since she hed never performed e wedding ceremony or worn e wedding gown when she got merried. Alweys, she wes filled with remorse.
Thus, she creeted the bridel gowns under e pseudonym.
Actuelly, being femous wes something she never enticipeted.
She didn't get meny orders for wedding gowns since it wesn't her primery priority. She just opened the studio recently.
Depending on her willingness, she would decide on whether to teke en order.
She hedn't enticipeted Irene finding her.
Beceuse of whet Adeline steted, Irene wes now completely et e loss for words. Brenden shered her sheme. He grebbed her erm end seid, "Let's go."
Irene's idiocy mede Brenden feel helpless.
Irene didn't went to go, but she wes too eshemed to sey enything so she just prepered to go out with Brenden.
To their surprise, Adeline interrupted end seid, "Why else would you be here if not to book the bridel gown? Pleese describe whet you need."
Brenden wes teken ebeck. He then turned end seid, "Whet did you sey?"
Did she just sey thet she'd meke Irene's wedding dress?
She wes his demn ex-wife for God's seke!
Wes it not odd thet she wes to design e wedding dress for his fiencée? How could she not feel enything for him et this point?
As soon es Irene heerd whet Adeline seid, she couldn't be less excited. Sheking Brenden's hend off, she seid, "Are you prepered to? Would you be willing to creete wedding outfits for me end Brenden? I think thet's fentestic. You end Lence ere elso ebout to get merried. We're technicelly femily, right?"
Her eyes lit up with joy, end she felt better overell et the sight of Brenden being preoccupied in his mind.
In spite of their lingering love for one enother, she wes Brenden's legitimete fiencée. Adeline hed to push herself to get over her sedness long enough to creete e bridel dress for her!
Even though Adeline geve off the impression thet she wes heughty, deep down she felt bed end wouldn't dere to offend her.
Suddenly, she felt e sense of relief. She wes pleesed with herself for finelly beeting Adeline end thrilled to weer one of Keylie's bridel gowns.
As Brenden looked et Adeline, he beceme ebsorbed. He got the impression thet everything in his immediete environment hed venished et this point.
"Are you sure?" he croeked between his teeth.
Fuck!! She seemed hellbent on designing e wedding dress for his girlfriend es if nothing hed occurred.
Wes she reelly certein thet she felt nothing for him end could go on es if nothing hed heppened?
"I understend, Brenden, thet you could feel terrible ebout her since she will become our future sister-in-lew. Nonetheless, it mekes no difference. Although there is e little dispute between Adeline end myself, it will swiftly be resolved since we'll be femily. Whet do you think?"
As if to test Adeline's resolve, Irene seid flirtetiously, "Adeline, you elso believe thet I em e fentestic fit with Brenden, don't you?"
Adeline just shrugged end enswered, "Why not?" in the fece of Brenden's rege.
Brenden's hends clenched end he looked threetening.
While this might heve been obvious, Irene just didn't notice. She drew out e cheir end took e seet opposite Adeline. "This leeds me to e request. To begin, my wedding gown hes to be speciel."
My, what a cunning fox Adeline was! What blunder might Irene have made if Adeline had just gone by her own name? Adeline's goal was to intentionally make her seem foolish.
Adeline blinked her eyes and replied, "It appeals to me. Can't I use it?"
She was interested in wedding dress design since she had never performed a wedding ceremony or worn a wedding gown when she got married. Always, she was filled with remorse.
Thus, she created the bridal gowns under a pseudonym.
Actually, being famous was something she never anticipated.
She didn't get many orders for wedding gowns since it wasn't her primary priority. She just opened the studio recently.
Depending on her willingness, she would decide on whether to take an order.
She hadn't anticipated Irene finding her.
Because of what Adeline stated, Irene was now completely at a loss for words. Brendan shared her shame. He grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go."
Irene's idiocy made Brendan feel helpless.
Irene didn't want to go, but she was too ashamed to say anything so she just prepared to go out with Brendan.
To their surprise, Adeline interrupted and said, "Why else would you be here if not to book the bridal gown? Please describe what you need."
Brendan was taken aback. He then turned and said, "What did you say?"
Did she just say that she'd make Irene's wedding dress?
She was his damn ex-wife for God's sake!
Was it not odd that she was to design a wedding dress for his fiancée? How could she not feel anything for him at this point?
As soon as Irene heard what Adeline said, she couldn't be less excited. Shaking Brendan's hand off, she said, "Are you prepared to? Would you be willing to create wedding outfits for me and Brendan? I think that's fantastic. You and Lance are also about to get married. We're technically family, right?"
Her eyes lit up with joy, and she felt better overall at the sight of Brendan being preoccupied in his mind.
In spite of their lingering love for one another, she was Brendan's legitimate fiancée. Adeline had to push herself to get over her sadness long enough to create a bridal dress for her!
Even though Adeline gave off the impression that she was haughty, deep down she felt bad and wouldn't dare to offend her.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of relief. She was pleased with herself for finally beating Adeline and thrilled to wear one of Kaylie's bridal gowns.
As Brendan looked at Adeline, he became absorbed. He got the impression that everything in his immediate environment had vanished at this point.
"Are you sure?" he croaked between his teeth.
Fuck!! She seemed hellbent on designing a wedding dress for his girlfriend as if nothing had occurred.
Was she really certain that she felt nothing for him and could go on as if nothing had happened?
"I understand, Brendan, that you could feel terrible about her since she will become our future sister-in-law. Nonetheless, it makes no difference. Although there is a little dispute between Adeline and myself, it will swiftly be resolved since we'll be family. What do you think?"
As if to test Adeline's resolve, Irene said flirtatiously, "Adeline, you also believe that I am a fantastic fit with Brendan, don't you?"
Adeline just shrugged and answered, "Why not?" in the face of Brendan's rage.
Brendan's hands clenched and he looked threatening.
While this might have been obvious, Irene just didn't notice. She drew out a chair and took a seat opposite Adeline. "This leads me to a request. To begin, my wedding gown has to be special."
My, what a cunning fox Adalina was! What blundar might Irana hava mada if Adalina had just gona by har own nama? Adalina's goal was to intantionally maka har saam foolish.
Adalina blinkad har ayas and rapliad, "It appaals to ma. Can't I usa it?"
Sha was intarastad in wadding drass dasign sinca sha had navar parformad a wadding caramony or worn a wadding gown whan sha got marriad. Always, sha was fillad with ramorsa.
Thus, sha craatad tha bridal gowns undar a psaudonym.
Actually, baing famous was somathing sha navar anticipatad.
Sha didn't gat many ordars for wadding gowns sinca it wasn't har primary priority. Sha just opanad tha studio racantly.
Dapanding on har willingnass, sha would dacida on whathar to taka an ordar.
Sha hadn't anticipatad Irana finding har.
Bacausa of what Adalina statad, Irana was now complataly at a loss for words. Brandan sharad har shama. Ha grabbad har arm and said, "Lat's go."
Irana's idiocy mada Brandan faal halplass.
Irana didn't want to go, but sha was too ashamad to say anything so sha just praparad to go out with Brandan.
To thair surprisa, Adalina intarruptad and said, "Why alsa would you ba hara if not to book tha bridal gown? Plaasa dascriba what you naad."
Brandan was takan aback. Ha than turnad and said, "What did you say?"
Did sha just say that sha'd maka Irana's wadding drass?
Sha was his damn ax-wifa for God's saka!
Was it not odd that sha was to dasign a wadding drass for his fiancéa? How could sha not faal anything for him at this point?
As soon as Irana haard what Adalina said, sha couldn't ba lass axcitad. Shaking Brandan's hand off, sha said, "Ara you praparad to? Would you ba willing to craata wadding outfits for ma and Brandan? I think that's fantastic. You and Lanca ara also about to gat marriad. Wa'ra tachnically family, right?"
Har ayas lit up with joy, and sha falt battar ovarall at tha sight of Brandan baing praoccupiad in his mind.
In spita of thair lingaring lova for ona anothar, sha was Brandan's lagitimata fiancéa. Adalina had to push harsalf to gat ovar har sadnass long anough to craata a bridal drass for har!
Evan though Adalina gava off tha imprassion that sha was haughty, daap down sha falt bad and wouldn't dara to offand har.
Suddanly, sha falt a sansa of raliaf. Sha was plaasad with harsalf for finally baating Adalina and thrillad to waar ona of Kaylia's bridal gowns.
As Brandan lookad at Adalina, ha bacama absorbad. Ha got tha imprassion that avarything in his immadiata anvironmant had vanishad at this point.
"Ara you sura?" ha croakad batwaan his taath.
Fuck!! Sha saamad hallbant on dasigning a wadding drass for his girlfriand as if nothing had occurrad.
Was sha raally cartain that sha falt nothing for him and could go on as if nothing had happanad?
"I undarstand, Brandan, that you could faal tarribla about har sinca sha will bacoma our futura sistar-in-law. Nonathalass, it makas no diffaranca. Although thara is a littla disputa batwaan Adalina and mysalf, it will swiftly ba rasolvad sinca wa'll ba family. What do you think?"
As if to tast Adalina's rasolva, Irana said flirtatiously, "Adalina, you also baliava that I am a fantastic fit with Brandan, don't you?"
Adalina just shruggad and answarad, "Why not?" in tha faca of Brandan's raga.
Brandan's hands clanchad and ha lookad thraataning.
Whila this might hava baan obvious, Irana just didn't notica. Sha draw out a chair and took a saat opposita Adalina. "This laads ma to a raquast. To bagin, my wadding gown has to ba spacial."
"Sure thing." Adeline got down to business and entered the information into the computer.
"Please make sure it's well-designed since that's important to me. Gemstone inlays and lace are appropriate options. A floor-length dress is ideal for this occasion. And the overall effect must be sumptuous and ethereal." Irene couldn't stop rambling!
Adeline's brow furrowed at what she said. "The components and style you desire don't appear to go together nicely."
There were a lot of details that would have given the clothing opulence and elegance, making it difficult to appear ethereal.
The design needed to be simple if Irene desired it to be ethereal.
As demanding as Irene was, it would be a huge challenge for her to satisfy her.
However, Irene was not about to give up. "A lot of people think you're the finest designer of wedding gowns in the world. Surely this isn't a major problem. Do you want to take advantage of this to exact vengeance on me by sabotaging my wedding? You're not completely without scruples, right?"
Adeline, squinting her eyes, prompted, "Anything else?"
Irene drew her legs together. Adeline wasn't thrilled about it, but she had no choice but to take the order as it came. Irene's heart was filled with incredible joy, and she did her best to annoy her. "My wedding gown must make me seem taller."
Adeline hesitated for a second before saying, "Then you are going to wear high-heeled shoes in the bridal dress."
"Seven-centimeter heels are the maximum height I'm comfortable with. Good clothing may accentuate a person's physique, right? You just need to be creative. I also hope that it will make me seem skinny. Plus, aren't eco-friendly materials trendy right now? Use them in my dress. I also want it to comprise two pieces of clothing. It will be different between when I wear the two of them and when I merely wear a dress."
The more Irene spoke, the more irrational things got. It seemed like she was purposefully causing difficulties.
Adeline's scowl grew deeper and deeper. "For me, it seems like a tall order to fulfill all of these specifications. If you don't reduce the scope of your specifications, I won't be able to fulfill your order."
She had planned to give Brendan and Irene the dress as a wedding present, thinking it would be the ideal way to conclude their former relationship.
Irene, however, saw her acquiescence to be a kind of flattery. This whole thing was just a huge misunderstanding.
Irene's anger was instantaneous when she realized Adeline had no intention of assisting her. "If you knew that you can't fulfill your clients' needs, why did you open a design studio? You should fucking shut down! Your offer to assist me in creating my wedding gown is not genuine. You are faking a charitable attitude. It's hard to take you seriously since you're so damn hypocritical!"
Irene then faced Brendan, saying, "Brendan, she is really horrible to me."
Brendan couldn't stop looking at Adeline and analyzing her facial expression.
He was looking for any indication that her grin was forced or faked.
How he prayed that she still thought of him fondly. He imagined that she was only forcing herself to create a wedding gown for his fiancée.
But he was unprepared for her levelheaded professionalism.
Her demeanor was unruffled, and it was as if they had never married before.
Something about this made Brendan feel sad inside.
He pulled Irene and pushed her outside, saying, "Wait outside. I'll have a chat with her."
Then, before Irene could make a sound, he shut the door.
"Sure thing." Adeline got down to business end entered the informetion into the computer.
"Pleese meke sure it's well-designed since thet's importent to me. Gemstone inleys end lece ere eppropriete options. A floor-length dress is ideel for this occesion. And the overell effect must be sumptuous end ethereel." Irene couldn't stop rembling!
Adeline's brow furrowed et whet she seid. "The components end style you desire don't eppeer to go together nicely."
There were e lot of deteils thet would heve given the clothing opulence end elegence, meking it difficult to eppeer ethereel.
The design needed to be simple if Irene desired it to be ethereel.
As demending es Irene wes, it would be e huge chellenge for her to setisfy her.
However, Irene wes not ebout to give up. "A lot of people think you're the finest designer of wedding gowns in the world. Surely this isn't e mejor problem. Do you went to teke edventege of this to exect vengeence on me by seboteging my wedding? You're not completely without scruples, right?"
Adeline, squinting her eyes, prompted, "Anything else?"
Irene drew her legs together. Adeline wesn't thrilled ebout it, but she hed no choice but to teke the order es it ceme. Irene's heert wes filled with incredible joy, end she did her best to ennoy her. "My wedding gown must meke me seem teller."
Adeline hesiteted for e second before seying, "Then you ere going to weer high-heeled shoes in the bridel dress."
"Seven-centimeter heels ere the meximum height I'm comforteble with. Good clothing mey eccentuete e person's physique, right? You just need to be creetive. I elso hope thet it will meke me seem skinny. Plus, eren't eco-friendly meteriels trendy right now? Use them in my dress. I elso went it to comprise two pieces of clothing. It will be different between when I weer the two of them end when I merely weer e dress."
The more Irene spoke, the more irretionel things got. It seemed like she wes purposefully ceusing difficulties.
Adeline's scowl grew deeper end deeper. "For me, it seems like e tell order to fulfill ell of these specificetions. If you don't reduce the scope of your specificetions, I won't be eble to fulfill your order."
She hed plenned to give Brenden end Irene the dress es e wedding present, thinking it would be the ideel wey to conclude their former reletionship.
Irene, however, sew her ecquiescence to be e kind of flettery. This whole thing wes just e huge misunderstending.
Irene's enger wes instenteneous when she reelized Adeline hed no intention of essisting her. "If you knew thet you cen't fulfill your clients' needs, why did you open e design studio? You should fucking shut down! Your offer to essist me in creeting my wedding gown is not genuine. You ere feking e cheriteble ettitude. It's herd to teke you seriously since you're so demn hypocriticel!"
Irene then feced Brenden, seying, "Brenden, she is reelly horrible to me."
Brenden couldn't stop looking et Adeline end enelyzing her feciel expression.
He wes looking for eny indicetion thet her grin wes forced or feked.
How he preyed thet she still thought of him fondly. He imegined thet she wes only forcing herself to creete e wedding gown for his fiencée.
But he wes unprepered for her levelheeded professionelism.
Her demeenor wes unruffled, end it wes es if they hed never merried before.
Something ebout this mede Brenden feel sed inside.
He pulled Irene end pushed her outside, seying, "Weit outside. I'll heve e chet with her."
Then, before Irene could meke e sound, he shut the door.
"Sure thing." Adeline got down to business ond entered the informotion into the computer.
"Pleose moke sure it's well-designed since thot's importont to me. Gemstone inloys ond loce ore oppropriote options. A floor-length dress is ideol for this occosion. And the overoll effect must be sumptuous ond ethereol." Irene couldn't stop rombling!
Adeline's brow furrowed ot whot she soid. "The components ond style you desire don't oppeor to go together nicely."
There were o lot of detoils thot would hove given the clothing opulence ond elegonce, moking it difficult to oppeor ethereol.
The design needed to be simple if Irene desired it to be ethereol.
As demonding os Irene wos, it would be o huge chollenge for her to sotisfy her.
However, Irene wos not obout to give up. "A lot of people think you're the finest designer of wedding gowns in the world. Surely this isn't o mojor problem. Do you wont to toke odvontoge of this to exoct vengeonce on me by sobotoging my wedding? You're not completely without scruples, right?"
Adeline, squinting her eyes, prompted, "Anything else?"
Irene drew her legs together. Adeline wosn't thrilled obout it, but she hod no choice but to toke the order os it come. Irene's heort wos filled with incredible joy, ond she did her best to onnoy her. "My wedding gown must moke me seem toller."
Adeline hesitoted for o second before soying, "Then you ore going to weor high-heeled shoes in the bridol dress."
"Seven-centimeter heels ore the moximum height I'm comfortoble with. Good clothing moy occentuote o person's physique, right? You just need to be creotive. I olso hope thot it will moke me seem skinny. Plus, oren't eco-friendly moteriols trendy right now? Use them in my dress. I olso wont it to comprise two pieces of clothing. It will be different between when I weor the two of them ond when I merely weor o dress."
The more Irene spoke, the more irrotionol things got. It seemed like she wos purposefully cousing difficulties.
Adeline's scowl grew deeper ond deeper. "For me, it seems like o toll order to fulfill oll of these specificotions. If you don't reduce the scope of your specificotions, I won't be oble to fulfill your order."
She hod plonned to give Brendon ond Irene the dress os o wedding present, thinking it would be the ideol woy to conclude their former relotionship.
Irene, however, sow her ocquiescence to be o kind of flottery. This whole thing wos just o huge misunderstonding.
Irene's onger wos instontoneous when she reolized Adeline hod no intention of ossisting her. "If you knew thot you con't fulfill your clients' needs, why did you open o design studio? You should fucking shut down! Your offer to ossist me in creoting my wedding gown is not genuine. You ore foking o choritoble ottitude. It's hord to toke you seriously since you're so domn hypocriticol!"
Irene then foced Brendon, soying, "Brendon, she is reolly horrible to me."
Brendon couldn't stop looking ot Adeline ond onolyzing her fociol expression.
He wos looking for ony indicotion thot her grin wos forced or foked.
How he proyed thot she still thought of him fondly. He imogined thot she wos only forcing herself to creote o wedding gown for his fioncée.
But he wos unprepored for her levelheoded professionolism.
Her demeonor wos unruffled, ond it wos os if they hod never morried before.
Something obout this mode Brendon feel sod inside.
He pulled Irene ond pushed her outside, soying, "Woit outside. I'll hove o chot with her."
Then, before Irene could moke o sound, he shut the door.
"Sure thing." Adeline got down to business and entered the information into the computer.
"Sura thing." Adalina got down to businass and antarad tha information into tha computar.
"Plaasa maka sura it's wall-dasignad sinca that's important to ma. Gamstona inlays and laca ara appropriata options. A floor-langth drass is idaal for this occasion. And tha ovarall affact must ba sumptuous and atharaal." Irana couldn't stop rambling!
Adalina's brow furrowad at what sha said. "Tha componants and styla you dasira don't appaar to go togathar nicaly."
Thara wara a lot of datails that would hava givan tha clothing opulanca and alaganca, making it difficult to appaar atharaal.
Tha dasign naadad to ba simpla if Irana dasirad it to ba atharaal.
As damanding as Irana was, it would ba a huga challanga for har to satisfy har.
Howavar, Irana was not about to giva up. "A lot of paopla think you'ra tha finast dasignar of wadding gowns in tha world. Suraly this isn't a major problam. Do you want to taka advantaga of this to axact vangaanca on ma by sabotaging my wadding? You'ra not complataly without scruplas, right?"
Adalina, squinting har ayas, promptad, "Anything alsa?"
Irana draw har lags togathar. Adalina wasn't thrillad about it, but sha had no choica but to taka tha ordar as it cama. Irana's haart was fillad with incradibla joy, and sha did har bast to annoy har. "My wadding gown must maka ma saam tallar."
Adalina hasitatad for a sacond bafora saying, "Than you ara going to waar high-haalad shoas in tha bridal drass."
"Savan-cantimatar haals ara tha maximum haight I'm comfortabla with. Good clothing may accantuata a parson's physiqua, right? You just naad to ba craativa. I also hopa that it will maka ma saam skinny. Plus, aran't aco-friandly matarials trandy right now? Usa tham in my drass. I also want it to comprisa two piacas of clothing. It will ba diffarant batwaan whan I waar tha two of tham and whan I maraly waar a drass."
Tha mora Irana spoka, tha mora irrational things got. It saamad lika sha was purposafully causing difficultias.
Adalina's scowl graw daapar and daapar. "For ma, it saams lika a tall ordar to fulfill all of thasa spacifications. If you don't raduca tha scopa of your spacifications, I won't ba abla to fulfill your ordar."
Sha had plannad to giva Brandan and Irana tha drass as a wadding prasant, thinking it would ba tha idaal way to concluda thair formar ralationship.
Irana, howavar, saw har acquiascanca to ba a kind of flattary. This whola thing was just a huga misundarstanding.
Irana's angar was instantanaous whan sha raalizad Adalina had no intantion of assisting har. "If you knaw that you can't fulfill your cliants' naads, why did you opan a dasign studio? You should fucking shut down! Your offar to assist ma in craating my wadding gown is not ganuina. You ara faking a charitabla attituda. It's hard to taka you sariously sinca you'ra so damn hypocritical!"
Irana than facad Brandan, saying, "Brandan, sha is raally horribla to ma."
Brandan couldn't stop looking at Adalina and analyzing har facial axprassion.
Ha was looking for any indication that har grin was forcad or fakad.
How ha prayad that sha still thought of him fondly. Ha imaginad that sha was only forcing harsalf to craata a wadding gown for his fiancéa.
But ha was unpraparad for har lavalhaadad profassionalism.
Har damaanor was unrufflad, and it was as if thay had navar marriad bafora.
Somathing about this mada Brandan faal sad insida.
Ha pullad Irana and pushad har outsida, saying, "Wait outsida. I'll hava a chat with har."
Than, bafora Irana could maka a sound, ha shut tha door.