Upon entering the room, Natalie saw a woman in her fifties, sitting on the sofa and folding a blanket.
Seeing that Elizabeth came in with Natalie, she paused and said, “Well, this is a surprise.Elizabeth has never brought any friends here.Do you happen to like pumpkin pie? It will be out of the oven soon.”
Natalie thought that Elizabeth’s family would be just like her, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that her aunt was such a kind and nurturing soul.
Just then, a ding was heard from the kitchen, and the smell of pumpkin pie spread across the room. “Yes! It’s finally ready.Kids, go to the table and have a seat.I’ll take it out now.”
Elizabeth’s aunt smiled brightly. Her kind, elderly presence was a joy to behold. She asked Elizabeth, Natalie, and the bodyguard to sit at the table before heading into the kitchen.
Natalie wanted to help her, but the older woman politely refused her help.
Elizabeth shook her head at Natalie.
“That’s just how she is.Let her be.”
While they were at the table, Natalie looked around and noticed that Elizabeth’s laptop was on.
There was a half-finished draft of her design on the screen.
After taking a sip of the tea, she looked at Elizabeth’s laptop and asked, “Why are you still working? You should take some time off and recuperate.”
Elizabeth ran her fingers along the edge of the teacup and replied, “Whenever I’m not working, I would think of all sorts of stuff. To tell you the truth, I’ve pondered on a lot of things after leaving the studio.”
Seeing as Elizabeth was hesitant to speak, Natalie smiled at her and said, “If there’s something you wish to say, just say it. Your secret’s safe with me.”
With a smile on her face, Elizabeth said, “Draco is an excellent mentor and boss. I’m really relieved that I am employed by him. That being said, I have a firm conviction that I am capable enough to be an independent designer. Maybe one day in the future, I will leave W Marks to embark on my own endeavor.”
When Natalie heard her words, her eyes lit up at the prospect.
Elizabeth was going to be an indie designer!? She felt so proud and happy for her friend! Maybe, just maybe…She herself would have such a chance in the future as well.
“So do want to become an independent designer?” Natalie asked in an even voice, suppressing her excitement for Elizabeth.
“Would you like to open a studio of your own?”
“Yes,” replied Elizabeth, and then she looked ever so slightly embarrassed.
“But it’s just a rough idea and goal at this moment in time.I don’t have any capital to open my own studio right now.I have spent a lot of money on Jorge.”
The pair of ladies continued chatting.
Elizabeth’s aunt came in with coffee and a lovely spread of desserts.
“Girls, have some pumpkin pie.I have doubled the amount of cream cheese in it.”
“Let me help you!”
Natalie got to her feet and helped her set the table.
When walked to the door and opened it for three workers, who pleasantly greeted her with smiles on their faces and then began to get their tasks done.
The door was half open, so it was convenient for the movers to go in and out with everything.
Natalie didn’t pay much attention to them.She followed Elizabeth’s aunt into the kitchen to help her prepare for dinner.
Meanwhile, at that very moment downstairs, Jorge had been waiting for half an hour.
He had just seen that Natalie went up to the third floor, and had confirmed the floor and room where she was staying.
After another hour elapsed, another group of movers arrived for a new shift.
The workers were discussing the job.
“It’s Room 302, right?” one of them asked another, just to confirm.
“Yes, our first task is to move all these drawings up there first.”
Jorge’s eyes lit up.
Room 302 on the third floor was Elizabeth’s new place of residence.He put on a mask and sneaked in with the workers…
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