Seeing how Elise had already returned to normal, the weight on Brendan’s heart lifted at last. “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 client coming?” “I’ll give them a
call first. We’ll talk about the timeframe later.” Elise contemplated 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 atelier later that afternoon. The person who
showed up was a graceful woman in her forties, who oozed elegance and femininity. “Pleased to meet
you, Miss Sinclair,” 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 displayed on the screen. “This is Faye Anderson, the lady I serve.” Elise glanced 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 elegant lady. 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 Sinclair. 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
planning to convey by giving Elise a blank paper? “I’d like to ask you—do you really want me to design
a wedding gown with the requests on this blank paper?” Rowena nodded in surety. “Yes, Miss Sinclair.
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 blank
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 glance 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 Sinclair’s work is worth this
money. And of course, we hope that Miss Sinclair 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
accepted Rowena’s check. Right before she left, Rowena looked at Elise and said, “I look forward to
seeing you in Tissote.
May the day come 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 accepted it and put it away. Once they saw Rowena off, Elise kept studying
the sheet of paper. What kind of message could this blank 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 blank 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’t come 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. That last incident has me all jumpy now. If that happens again, Alexander is going to at least
take a layer 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 slack-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!”
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