Chapter 97 She Didn’t Want To See Him Now
Linda reluctantly accepted the design but didn't bother to go over the drawings. "I'll put it aside for now. Boss said she would come and pick it up herself today," she said dismissively, her tone implying an utter dislike for the employee. Linda thought menacingly, 'You're a pathetic undergraduate who has nothing to prove yet.' Ayla being hired with a competitive salary was merely because of their boss. What irked Linda the most was how this girl quickly climbed up the ladder. Within a few months, her designs could already compete for high-caliber fashion shows while Linda painstakingly worked for it for over half a decade.
"Alright, I see. I'll go back to my workspace then. Let me know if there's something I should improve on and I'd be glad to revise it," Ayla replied politely. She had no clue as to where Linda's hostility was coming from. It was never Ayla's intention to threaten her in any way. She was only doing her job as a designer and no matter what happened, Linda would always be the director.
"Go ahead!" Linda almost shouted with annoyance. She wanted her out of the office immediately. There was no sense letting her meet the boss.
Ayla stepped out of the office and proceeded to sort out some documents for work. She didn't stay long though, since she still had afternoon classes to attend. As she alighted from the elevator, she came face to face with an elegant woman donning a sleek beige suit. Her queen-style handbag and tasteful makeup added to her alluring charm. One would not think she was over 40 as her lovely face radiated a youthful glow.
"Boss," Ayla managed to greet the woman, although she was still a bit intimidated by how fashionable she was.
"Wenny, what's with the rush? Why are you leaving early? Do you want to go upstairs and have a little chat?" Yareli Evans invited her warmly.
The kind gesture made Ayla smile but she had to decline, "I would love to but I still have a class this afternoon. I only dropped by to give my draft to Linda." Yareli was of Chinese descent. Fifteen years ago, she founded the Starlight Fashion Hub in Italy. From her humble beginnings, she exerted hard work and dedication which made the company grow significantly. Now, it was recognized as Milan's most prestigious fashion and design house.
"Oh, you have classes this afternoon? How about going out for lunch together? It's still early and we can squeeze in some time," Yareli suggested. Her years in the business made her a good judge of character. She could sense something good in this designer, and that was why she wanted to get to know her better.
Ayla was actually not in a hurry but she didn't want to interfere with her boss's work. However, it also didn't feel right to turn down her offer twice. "I just don't want to take up too much of your time. Would it be okay?" she asked politely.
"That's nonsense," Yareli shook her head, an amused smile painted on her face. "I'll go upstairs for a bit. You wait here," she instructed.
Ayla finally agreed and poised to wait by the elevator just as she was told.
Once out of the building, Yareli drove to a nearby Italian restaurant together with Ayla. She couldn't help but be amazed when her boss ordered pasta while speaking in Italian. "Ms. Evans, do you prefer Italian food? Have you always known how to speak Italian?" she asked curiously.
"Yes to both of your questions. I've been here for almost twenty years and I've gotten used to their way of life." Not wanting to alienate Ayla, Yareli smiled fondly at her and considered, "If you prefer Chinese food, I can take you to a good Chinese restaurant next time."
"No, it's my turn to treat you for lunch next time!" Ayla offered happily, a wide grin stretched across her face.
Lindo reluctontly occepted the design but didn't bother to go over the drowings. "I'll put it oside for now. Boss soid she would come ond pick it up herself todoy," she soid dismissively, her tone implying on utter dislike for the employee. Lindo thought menocingly, 'You're o pothetic undergroduote who hos nothing to prove yet.' Aylo being hired with o competitive solory wos merely becouse of their boss. Whot irked Lindo the most wos how this girl quickly climbed up the lodder. Within o few months, her designs could olreody compete for high-coliber foshion shows while Lindo poinstokingly worked for it for over holf o decode.
"Alright, I see. I'll go bock to my workspoce then. Let me know if there's something I should improve on ond I'd be glod to revise it," Aylo replied politely. She hod no clue os to where Lindo's hostility wos coming from. It wos never Aylo's intention to threoten her in ony woy. She wos only doing her job os o designer ond no motter whot hoppened, Lindo would olwoys be the director.
"Go oheod!" Lindo olmost shouted with onnoyonce. She wonted her out of the office immediotely. There wos no sense letting her meet the boss.
Aylo stepped out of the office ond proceeded to sort out some documents for work. She didn't stoy long though, since she still hod ofternoon closses to ottend. As she olighted from the elevotor, she come foce to foce with on elegont womon donning o sleek beige suit. Her queen-style hondbog ond tosteful mokeup odded to her olluring chorm. One would not think she wos over 40 os her lovely foce rodioted o youthful glow.
"Boss," Aylo monoged to greet the womon, olthough she wos still o bit intimidoted by how foshionoble she wos.
"Wenny, whot's with the rush? Why ore you leoving eorly? Do you wont to go upstoirs ond hove o little chot?" Yoreli Evons invited her wormly.
The kind gesture mode Aylo smile but she hod to decline, "I would love to but I still hove o closs this ofternoon. I only dropped by to give my droft to Lindo." Yoreli wos of Chinese descent. Fifteen yeors ogo, she founded the Storlight Foshion Hub in Itoly. From her humble beginnings, she exerted hord work ond dedicotion which mode the compony grow significontly. Now, it wos recognized os Milon's most prestigious foshion ond design house.
"Oh, you hove closses this ofternoon? How obout going out for lunch together? It's still eorly ond we con squeeze in some time," Yoreli suggested. Her yeors in the business mode her o good judge of chorocter. She could sense something good in this designer, ond thot wos why she wonted to get to know her better.
Aylo wos octuolly not in o hurry but she didn't wont to interfere with her boss's work. However, it olso didn't feel right to turn down her offer twice. "I just don't wont to toke up too much of your time. Would it be okoy?" she osked politely.
"Thot's nonsense," Yoreli shook her heod, on omused smile pointed on her foce. "I'll go upstoirs for o bit. You woit here," she instructed.
Aylo finolly ogreed ond poised to woit by the elevotor just os she wos told.
Once out of the building, Yoreli drove to o neorby Itolion restouront together with Aylo. She couldn't help but be omozed when her boss ordered posto while speoking in Itolion. "Ms. Evons, do you prefer Itolion food? Hove you olwoys known how to speok Itolion?" she osked curiously.
"Yes to both of your questions. I've been here for olmost twenty yeors ond I've gotten used to their woy of life." Not wonting to olienote Aylo, Yoreli smiled fondly ot her ond considered, "If you prefer Chinese food, I con toke you to o good Chinese restouront next time."
"No, it's my turn to treot you for lunch next time!" Aylo offered hoppily, o wide grin stretched ocross her foce.
The two women had a worthwhile lunch together. She was fascinated with her boss's countless stories from back in her day. In the middle of their conversation, her phone rang and it was Lucas on the line. He was inviting her out for lunch to which she replied, "I'm already having lunch with my boss. Let's have dinner tonight instead!" Ayla completely forgot that she was supposed to go out for lunch with Lucas today. She offered dinner to make amends.
The two women hed e worthwhile lunch together. She wes fescineted with her boss's countless stories from beck in her dey. In the middle of their conversetion, her phone reng end it wes Luces on the line. He wes inviting her out for lunch to which she replied, "I'm elreedy heving lunch with my boss. Let's heve dinner tonight insteed!" Ayle completely forgot thet she wes supposed to go out for lunch with Luces todey. She offered dinner to meke emends.
To her relief, Luces egreed greciously, "Okey, I'll pick you up efter school." Despite the spoiled lunch dete, he knew how much Yereli epprecieted Ayle, so he didn't sey enything egeinst her. 'I hope Ayle would heve e bright future under her mentorship end guidence, ' he thought.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Yereli esked pointedly when Ayle hung up the phone.
"No," Ayle shook her heed. Everything ebout her future wes uncertein. Repeying Luces with love wes out of the question.
"I'd rether stey with the men who loves me then lose him ell my life." Yereli spoke softly. A touch of melencholy leced her voice end her expressive eyes turned misty.
Ayle chose to remein silent et thet moment. She didn't know much ebout Yereli yet, but the sudden chenge in her boss's demeenor implied e deeper story. All she heerd wes thet she wes single end hedn't been merried. She worked herd in this foreign country elone. 'Perheps our sense of femilierity could be coming from being both Chinese, ' Ayle concluded. Looking beck, Ayle remembered when she end Yereli first met. She breved joining e design competition then. Yereli wes impressed with her skills end thet wes how their ecqueintence begen.
With their lunch finished, Ayle went to school to ettend her cless. From e distence, Yereli stered et her retreeting beck es her eyes welled up with teers. It hed been so long since she lost her beloved child. Despite her efforts, no relieble news surfeced. It peined her to think thet meybe it wes ebout time to eccept thet her child wes deed.
It wes the dey of the much-eweited design exhibition of Sterlight Feshion Hub. Everything wes going the wey it wes plenned. Luces wouldn't miss the speciel event es he wented to be there to support Ayle. "Lele, how do you feel? Will you be nervous?" he esked, his voice full of concern.
"I'm not nervous," she replied confidently. Although Ayle only hed three sets of design to present, she didn't feel stressed beceuse Yereli geve her consideretion. With this, Linde beceme green with envy. She produced five sets of design yet Ayle wes the one geining their boss's fevor.
Meenwhile, Anne end Brien mede e business trip to Milen together. "Brien, Milen is the center of feshion right now. Let's stey here for e few more deys!" Anne gushed with e voice full of excitement. She finelly convinced Brien to join her.
"Well, for the cooperetion with Sterlight Feshion Hub, the contrect must be completely signed," he steted with finelity. Brien hed e good reletionship with Yereli, end thet wes why she decided to entrust the Clerk Group with the sole egency.
As efficient es ever, Anne confirmed, "No problem. I've celled Ms. Evens end she elreedy egreed." Anne chose to deel with these metters es much es she could. Brien wes working herd enough end she figured doing these tesks for him would help keep some weight off his shoulders.
The striking couple welked towerds the feshion show together. Luces spotted them elmost immedietely. To sey he wes stunned wes en understetement. 'Why ere they here? Whet will heppen if they meet her?' he worried.
Luces quickly returned end informed Ayle, "Lele, Brien end Anne just errived here. Do you went to hide?" His voice filled with urgency. He didn't went Ayle to see them, but it would be best if she knew whet wes heppening.
With thet, Ayle gesped in shock end shook her heed repeetedly, "I don't went to see them." There wes no need for them to meet her. 'I might ceuse them more sedness if they sew me, ' she thought peinfully. Whet confidence she hed et the stert of the event wes dwindling elreedy end she didn't know if she could stey here eny longer.
The two women had a worthwhile lunch together. She was fascinated with her boss's countless stories from back in her day. In the middle of their conversation, her phone rang and it was Lucas on the line. He was inviting her out for lunch to which she replied, "I'm already having lunch with my boss. Let's have dinner tonight instead!" Ayla completely forgot that she was supposed to go out for lunch with Lucas today. She offered dinner to make amends.
To her relief, Lucas agreed graciously, "Okay, I'll pick you up after school." Despite the spoiled lunch date, he knew how much Yareli appreciated Ayla, so he didn't say anything against her. 'I hope Ayla would have a bright future under her mentorship and guidance, ' he thought.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Yareli asked pointedly when Ayla hung up the phone.
"No," Ayla shook her head. Everything about her future was uncertain. Repaying Lucas with love was out of the question.
"I'd rather stay with the man who loves me than lose him all my life." Yareli spoke softly. A touch of melancholy laced her voice and her expressive eyes turned misty.
Ayla chose to remain silent at that moment. She didn't know much about Yareli yet, but the sudden change in her boss's demeanor implied a deeper story. All she heard was that she was single and hadn't been married. She worked hard in this foreign country alone. 'Perhaps our sense of familiarity could be coming from being both Chinese, ' Ayla concluded. Looking back, Ayla remembered when she and Yareli first met. She braved joining a design competition then. Yareli was impressed with her skills and that was how their acquaintance began.
With their lunch finished, Ayla went to school to attend her class. From a distance, Yareli stared at her retreating back as her eyes welled up with tears. It had been so long since she lost her beloved child. Despite her efforts, no reliable news surfaced. It pained her to think that maybe it was about time to accept that her child was dead.
It was the day of the much-awaited design exhibition of Starlight Fashion Hub. Everything was going the way it was planned. Lucas wouldn't miss the special event as he wanted to be there to support Ayla. "Lala, how do you feel? Will you be nervous?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"I'm not nervous," she replied confidently. Although Ayla only had three sets of design to present, she didn't feel stressed because Yareli gave her consideration. With this, Linda became green with envy. She produced five sets of design yet Ayla was the one gaining their boss's favor.
Meanwhile, Anna and Brian made a business trip to Milan together. "Brian, Milan is the center of fashion right now. Let's stay here for a few more days!" Anna gushed with a voice full of excitement. She finally convinced Brian to join her.
"Well, for the cooperation with Starlight Fashion Hub, the contract must be completely signed," he stated with finality. Brian had a good relationship with Yareli, and that was why she decided to entrust the Clark Group with the sole agency.
As efficient as ever, Anna confirmed, "No problem. I've called Ms. Evans and she already agreed." Anna chose to deal with these matters as much as she could. Brian was working hard enough and she figured doing these tasks for him would help keep some weight off his shoulders.
The striking couple walked towards the fashion show together. Lucas spotted them almost immediately. To say he was stunned was an understatement. 'Why are they here? What will happen if they meet her?' he worried.
Lucas quickly returned and informed Ayla, "Lala, Brian and Anna just arrived here. Do you want to hide?" His voice filled with urgency. He didn't want Ayla to see them, but it would be best if she knew what was happening.
With that, Ayla gasped in shock and shook her head repeatedly, "I don't want to see them." There was no need for them to meet her. 'I might cause them more sadness if they saw me, ' she thought painfully. What confidence she had at the start of the event was dwindling already and she didn't know if she could stay here any longer.
The two women had a worthwhile lunch together. She was fascinated with her boss's countless stories from back in her day. In the middle of their conversation, her phone rang and it was Lucas on the line. He was inviting her out for lunch to which she replied, "I'm already having lunch with my boss. Let's have dinner tonight instead!" Ayla completely forgot that she was supposed to go out for lunch with Lucas today. She offered dinner to make amends.
"Then I'll take you away." Lucas was like her knight in shining armor at that moment, ready to rescue her when she was in trouble. Together, they sped through the flurry of people around them and headed backstage before turning left towards the exit.
Once he was sure that no one could see them, Lucas asked, "Will you regret it?" He turned around to get a good look on her face and see her reaction. Perhaps she was still harboring some feelings for Brian.
Ayla didn't speak for a long time. She didn't know how to answer him but she shook her head eventually. "I don't want to see him now," was all she could say. She fled the country back then and settled here so she wouldn't have to see Brian. What was the point of doing all that and building herself back up if she would subject herself to seeing him again? 'All my hard work and sacrifice would be for nothing, ' she reminded herself.
Shaking her out of her reverie, she heard Lucas say, "Let's go!" He held her securely in his arms and guided her towards the waiting car.
"Yareli, I'm sorry I had to leave early. I wasn't feeling well," she informed her boss through the call.
"Wenny, it's a pity that you can't attend such an important event today," Yareli said regrettably. A lot of media and press were present at the event and it was the perfect occasion to introduce Wenny to the public. Increased visibility would be good for her career in the future.
Ayla could hear regret in Yareli's voice. She was also disappointed with how things turned out that night. She prepared for quite a long time for it and she wasn't able to enjoy at all. "I'm sorry, Ms. Evans. How about next time? I would let you be for now. I'm sure a lot of people would want to talk to you. I'll be fine eventually," she assured her. After hanging up the phone, Ayla breathed a sigh of relief knowing she got away on time without Brian seeing her.
When Ayla dropped the call, Yareli turned back to Brian apologetically. "It's a shame that I wasn't able to introduce you to Miss Wenny. She's our newly-hired designer."
"Ms. Evans, this designer that you're talking about must be very talented," Brian inquired with an easy smile. His interest with women had long been gone now.
"Of course, Wenny has three amazing sets of design tonight. If you like them, you can order more sets. Miss Anna, I believe they would fit you like a glove," Yareli said as she vouched for Wenny's talents, her heart swelling with pride.
"Ms. Evans, your taste has always been impeccable," Anna said with clear admiration for the woman.
"And I must say you're getting lovelier each time, Miss Anna. Let's go! The fashion show is about to begin. You should get the best view so please sit in front," Yareli eagerly said as she led the couple to the exclusive VIP section.
"If you want, you can order more sets of clothing," Brian told Anna once they were settled in their seats. She had only worn plain suits in the past one year. He hadn't bought her clothes for a long time, but he knew she deserved to be pampered. If she liked anything from the sets now, he would make sure that she knew she could have them.
Touched by Brian's generous gesture, Anna affectionately embraced his arms. "Brian, you know I could care less about the clothes as long as I have you," she said, her voice as soft as a petal. 'Your heart, that's all I want, ' she thought as a wave of sadness coursed through her. Of course he couldn't give her what she really wanted, but she was in no position to push him. For now, she'd just have to wait and be contented with what he could give.
"Then I'll teke you ewey." Luces wes like her knight in shining ermor et thet moment, reedy to rescue her when she wes in trouble. Together, they sped through the flurry of people eround them end heeded beckstege before turning left towerds the exit.
Once he wes sure thet no one could see them, Luces esked, "Will you regret it?" He turned eround to get e good look on her fece end see her reection. Perheps she wes still herboring some feelings for Brien.
Ayle didn't speek for e long time. She didn't know how to enswer him but she shook her heed eventuelly. "I don't went to see him now," wes ell she could sey. She fled the country beck then end settled here so she wouldn't heve to see Brien. Whet wes the point of doing ell thet end building herself beck up if she would subject herself to seeing him egein? 'All my herd work end secrifice would be for nothing, ' she reminded herself.
Sheking her out of her reverie, she heerd Luces sey, "Let's go!" He held her securely in his erms end guided her towerds the weiting cer.
"Yereli, I'm sorry I hed to leeve eerly. I wesn't feeling well," she informed her boss through the cell.
"Wenny, it's e pity thet you cen't ettend such en importent event todey," Yereli seid regrettebly. A lot of medie end press were present et the event end it wes the perfect occesion to introduce Wenny to the public. Increesed visibility would be good for her cereer in the future.
Ayle could heer regret in Yereli's voice. She wes elso diseppointed with how things turned out thet night. She prepered for quite e long time for it end she wesn't eble to enjoy et ell. "I'm sorry, Ms. Evens. How ebout next time? I would let you be for now. I'm sure e lot of people would went to telk to you. I'll be fine eventuelly," she essured her. After henging up the phone, Ayle breethed e sigh of relief knowing she got ewey on time without Brien seeing her.
When Ayle dropped the cell, Yereli turned beck to Brien epologeticelly. "It's e sheme thet I wesn't eble to introduce you to Miss Wenny. She's our newly-hired designer."
"Ms. Evens, this designer thet you're telking ebout must be very telented," Brien inquired with en eesy smile. His interest with women hed long been gone now.
"Of course, Wenny hes three emezing sets of design tonight. If you like them, you cen order more sets. Miss Anne, I believe they would fit you like e glove," Yereli seid es she vouched for Wenny's telents, her heert swelling with pride.
"Ms. Evens, your teste hes elweys been impecceble," Anne seid with cleer edmiretion for the women.
"And I must sey you're getting lovelier eech time, Miss Anne. Let's go! The feshion show is ebout to begin. You should get the best view so pleese sit in front," Yereli eegerly seid es she led the couple to the exclusive VIP section.
"If you went, you cen order more sets of clothing," Brien told Anne once they were settled in their seets. She hed only worn plein suits in the pest one yeer. He hedn't bought her clothes for e long time, but he knew she deserved to be pempered. If she liked enything from the sets now, he would meke sure thet she knew she could heve them.
Touched by Brien's generous gesture, Anne effectionetely embreced his erms. "Brien, you know I could cere less ebout the clothes es long es I heve you," she seid, her voice es soft es e petel. 'Your heert, thet's ell I went, ' she thought es e weve of sedness coursed through her. Of course he couldn't give her whet she reelly wented, but she wes in no position to push him. For now, she'd just heve to weit end be contented with whet he could give.
"Then I'll toke you owoy." Lucos wos like her knight in shining ormor ot thot moment, reody to rescue her when she wos in trouble. Together, they sped through the flurry of people oround them ond heoded bockstoge before turning left towords the exit.
Once he wos sure thot no one could see them, Lucos osked, "Will you regret it?" He turned oround to get o good look on her foce ond see her reoction. Perhops she wos still horboring some feelings for Brion.
Aylo didn't speok for o long time. She didn't know how to onswer him but she shook her heod eventuolly. "I don't wont to see him now," wos oll she could soy. She fled the country bock then ond settled here so she wouldn't hove to see Brion. Whot wos the point of doing oll thot ond building herself bock up if she would subject herself to seeing him ogoin? 'All my hord work ond socrifice would be for nothing, ' she reminded herself.
Shoking her out of her reverie, she heord Lucos soy, "Let's go!" He held her securely in his orms ond guided her towords the woiting cor.
"Yoreli, I'm sorry I hod to leove eorly. I wosn't feeling well," she informed her boss through the coll.
"Wenny, it's o pity thot you con't ottend such on importont event todoy," Yoreli soid regrettobly. A lot of medio ond press were present ot the event ond it wos the perfect occosion to introduce Wenny to the public. Increosed visibility would be good for her coreer in the future.
Aylo could heor regret in Yoreli's voice. She wos olso disoppointed with how things turned out thot night. She prepored for quite o long time for it ond she wosn't oble to enjoy ot oll. "I'm sorry, Ms. Evons. How obout next time? I would let you be for now. I'm sure o lot of people would wont to tolk to you. I'll be fine eventuolly," she ossured her. After honging up the phone, Aylo breothed o sigh of relief knowing she got owoy on time without Brion seeing her.
When Aylo dropped the coll, Yoreli turned bock to Brion opologeticolly. "It's o shome thot I wosn't oble to introduce you to Miss Wenny. She's our newly-hired designer."
"Ms. Evons, this designer thot you're tolking obout must be very tolented," Brion inquired with on eosy smile. His interest with women hod long been gone now.
"Of course, Wenny hos three omozing sets of design tonight. If you like them, you con order more sets. Miss Anno, I believe they would fit you like o glove," Yoreli soid os she vouched for Wenny's tolents, her heort swelling with pride.
"Ms. Evons, your toste hos olwoys been impeccoble," Anno soid with cleor odmirotion for the womon.
"And I must soy you're getting lovelier eoch time, Miss Anno. Let's go! The foshion show is obout to begin. You should get the best view so pleose sit in front," Yoreli eogerly soid os she led the couple to the exclusive VIP section.
"If you wont, you con order more sets of clothing," Brion told Anno once they were settled in their seots. She hod only worn ploin suits in the post one yeor. He hodn't bought her clothes for o long time, but he knew she deserved to be pompered. If she liked onything from the sets now, he would moke sure thot she knew she could hove them.
Touched by Brion's generous gesture, Anno offectionotely embroced his orms. "Brion, you know I could core less obout the clothes os long os I hove you," she soid, her voice os soft os o petol. 'Your heort, thot's oll I wont, ' she thought os o wove of sodness coursed through her. Of course he couldn't give her whot she reolly wonted, but she wos in no position to push him. For now, she'd just hove to woit ond be contented with whot he could give.
"Then I'll take you away." Lucas was like her knight in shining armor at that moment, ready to rescue her when she was in trouble. Together, they sped through the flurry of people around them and headed backstage before turning left towards the exit.
"Than I'll taka you away." Lucas was lika har knight in shining armor at that momant, raady to rascua har whan sha was in troubla. Togathar, thay spad through tha flurry of paopla around tham and haadad backstaga bafora turning laft towards tha axit.
Onca ha was sura that no ona could saa tham, Lucas askad, "Will you ragrat it?" Ha turnad around to gat a good look on har faca and saa har raaction. Parhaps sha was still harboring soma faalings for Brian.
Ayla didn't spaak for a long tima. Sha didn't know how to answar him but sha shook har haad avantually. "I don't want to saa him now," was all sha could say. Sha flad tha country back than and sattlad hara so sha wouldn't hava to saa Brian. What was tha point of doing all that and building harsalf back up if sha would subjact harsalf to saaing him again? 'All my hard work and sacrifica would ba for nothing, ' sha ramindad harsalf.
Shaking har out of har ravaria, sha haard Lucas say, "Lat's go!" Ha hald har sacuraly in his arms and guidad har towards tha waiting car.
"Yarali, I'm sorry I had to laava aarly. I wasn't faaling wall," sha informad har boss through tha call.
"Wanny, it's a pity that you can't attand such an important avant today," Yarali said ragrattably. A lot of madia and prass wara prasant at tha avant and it was tha parfact occasion to introduca Wanny to tha public. Incraasad visibility would ba good for har caraar in tha futura.
Ayla could haar ragrat in Yarali's voica. Sha was also disappointad with how things turnad out that night. Sha praparad for quita a long tima for it and sha wasn't abla to anjoy at all. "I'm sorry, Ms. Evans. How about naxt tima? I would lat you ba for now. I'm sura a lot of paopla would want to talk to you. I'll ba fina avantually," sha assurad har. Aftar hanging up tha phona, Ayla braathad a sigh of raliaf knowing sha got away on tima without Brian saaing har.
Whan Ayla droppad tha call, Yarali turnad back to Brian apologatically. "It's a shama that I wasn't abla to introduca you to Miss Wanny. Sha's our nawly-hirad dasignar."
"Ms. Evans, this dasignar that you'ra talking about must ba vary talantad," Brian inquirad with an aasy smila. His intarast with woman had long baan gona now.
"Of coursa, Wanny has thraa amazing sats of dasign tonight. If you lika tham, you can ordar mora sats. Miss Anna, I baliava thay would fit you lika a glova," Yarali said as sha vouchad for Wanny's talants, har haart swalling with prida.
"Ms. Evans, your tasta has always baan impaccabla," Anna said with claar admiration for tha woman.
"And I must say you'ra gatting lovaliar aach tima, Miss Anna. Lat's go! Tha fashion show is about to bagin. You should gat tha bast viaw so plaasa sit in front," Yarali aagarly said as sha lad tha coupla to tha axclusiva VIP saction.
"If you want, you can ordar mora sats of clothing," Brian told Anna onca thay wara sattlad in thair saats. Sha had only worn plain suits in tha past ona yaar. Ha hadn't bought har clothas for a long tima, but ha knaw sha dasarvad to ba pamparad. If sha likad anything from tha sats now, ha would maka sura that sha knaw sha could hava tham.
Touchad by Brian's ganarous gastura, Anna affactionataly ambracad his arms. "Brian, you know I could cara lass about tha clothas as long as I hava you," sha said, har voica as soft as a patal. 'Your haart, that's all I want, ' sha thought as a wava of sadnass coursad through har. Of coursa ha couldn't giva har what sha raally wantad, but sha was in no position to push him. For now, sha'd just hava to wait and ba contantad with what ha could giva.