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    Karina, sitting back with her coffee, admired how focused and precise Corrine was as she worked.


    After a while, Corrine handed the revised sketches to Karina.


    “Here. Take these to her. Based on her body type and overall image, I still think the first design is the best fit.”


    “Got it. I’ll talk to her about itter,” Karina said, happily packing her things.


    “Now, how about we go shopping while we’re here?”


    Corrine let Karina pull her to her feet.


    “What about all this stuff on the table?”


    “Don’t worry. Someone will take care of it,” Karina reassured her.


    As soon as Corrine and Karina left, a waitress hurried over to clean up their table, picking up the discarded design draft they had left behind. As she nced around the empty café, a frown crossed her face.


    “They left so quickly…” she murmured, holding the sketch uncertainly.


    “I wonder if they still need this…”


    Her gaze dropped to the design in her hands. Even without an eye for fashion, she could tell—the dress was exquisite. Though rough and unfinished, it held a captivating elegance.


    Just as she was getting lost in admiration, a soft yet firm voice broke her thoughts.


    “Where did you get this design sketch?”


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    Startled, the waitress looked up to find a woman standing before her. She appeared to be in her early thirties, her hair styled in a sleek low bun with a single curl resting delicately against her forehead. There was a quiet grace in the way she carried herself, every movement poised and effortless.


    Dressed simply in a crisp white blouse and tailored ck trousers, she radiated an understated beauty.


    The waitress’s eyes widened slightly in recognition before she quickly lowered her head in respect.


    “Ms. Hemingway.”


    Adalynn Hemingway, a well-known fashion designer, acknowledged her with a small, polite smile before reaching out and taking the sketch from her hands.


    The moment her fingers brushed over the paper, her eyes sharpened with intrigue. Despite its iplete state, the design spoke volumes. It was a perfect fusion of vintage charm and modern refinement, each detail meticulously crafted to enhance the other.


    It exuded sophistication without being excessive, drawing the eye in a way that felt both delicate and powerful.


    A strange sense of familiarity washed over Adalynn. She had seen a simr style before—perhaps in a high-end bridal boutique in Lyhaton—but something told her this particr design had never been revealed to the public.


    Her pulse quickened as excitement flickered in her gaze.


    “Did you draw this?” she asked casually, though there was an edge of eagerness beneath herposed tone.


    The waitress quickly shook her head.


    “No, I just found it while cleaning the table.”


    Adalynn’s grip on the sketch tightened slightly.


    “Have you shown it to anyone else?”


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