Steven Song takes me to a really fancy restaurant.
“It's just a lunch. Why come to such a fancy place? I want to eat quickly and go back to work.”
The drawing is on the table when I left, and I have covered it with something. How May Wilson hid my
drawings before still scared me whenever I think about it.
That's my hope to make a lot of money, it can’t go wrong.
But Steven Song ignores me and takes me to the private room on the second floor.
There is a blond man with blue eyes and handsome features in the room. When I see him, my blood
boils all over my body.
Donny!
He is a world-famous Italian jewelry designer! He has already been a director of international first-line
brands at a young age. Many of the products he designed are guaranteed to sell out as soon as they
come out.
Since I have a dream of being a designer, he has been my idol. Literally, he's my prince charming.
I have never thought that I can meet him here!
“Steven Song.”
I turn to Steven Song, my voice shaking with excitement.
“Surprise.” Steven Song smiles at me and walks over first to say hello to Donny.
“She is a promising new designer of our company. You will be in China for a month, please help to
teach her.” Steven Song says and points at me.
“No problem.”
Donny says smilingly and nods at me.
I didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly. What's more, Donny's English is so good.
“Hello, my name is Jane Noyes, I work for Song Group.” I say nervously.
I have never been nervous facing Frances Louis. But it feels totally different when I meet my idol.
“Here is my card. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me. I come to America for traveling
and inspiration. If you have time, you can take me somewhere interesting.”
My heart beats violently with every word he says.
I am embarrassed to look at him at lunch. Every time he looking at me would make me shiver
nervously. For several times I can’t hold my fork stably.
“Why didn't you tell me you were bringing me to see Donny? At least I can change my clothes. White
shirt and jeans are so disrespectful.” I lower my head and whisper to Steven Song.
Steven Song smiles at me evilly and says, “It wouldn't have been a surprise if I'd told you in advance.
Don’t worry. Donny likes the designer who is pure and simple. He says only this way can a designer put
all his or her heart into designing. So the more countrified you are, the more he likes you.”
Listening to Steven Song’s explanation, I feel relieved.
“I heard the belt of Song Group that just went viral around the world is designed by you?” Donny asks
me suddenly.
“I was just responsible for designing the outlook, and the craft was done by others.” I say gently, with
confidence but not haughty.
Donny nods appreciatively and starts talking to me about design.
I listen carefully, wishing I have a notebook to write down everything he says.
I learn a lot during this lunch.
Donny has other things to do. He says goodbye to us at the door and tells me to give him a call.
“Do you know how horrible you were looking at Donny? It was like you were going to eat him.”
Steven Song teases behind me.
I turn to him and roll my eyes, “what do you know, that called thirsts for knowledge!”
I take out my phone and check on time.
“Oh my god! It has already been 3 o’clock! I am late for work again! Nicole Snow would definitely find
fault with me!”
“Don’t worry. You come out with your boss. Nobody would dare to find fault with you.”
Steven Song says and drives me back to the company openly.
Although they all look at me unpleasantly, no one dared to complain.
“She went out for business with me.”
Steven Song says to Nicole Snow and goes upstairs.
I am under the cover of the boss, and Nicole Snow couldn't say anything. She gives me a nasty look,
and goes back to her office.
I look at the drawing on the table. It seems that nobody has touched, so I feel relieved.
After talking with Donny, my inspiration pours out continuously. I revise the drawing based on the
previous one, and finally get the sketch out before getting off work.
I wanted to revise it a few more times before going home. I don't like being interrupted when I'm
concentrating on my work. However, thinking of the vase, I feel guilty and couldn't concentrate on
drawing, so I just pack up the drawings and go to the antique shop.
“Hi, has the vase been repaired?”
The woman, who is accompanying a guest selecting antiques, shakes her head apologetically at me.
“I'm sorry, I've been trying to fix it all day, but I failed.”
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