ISABEL
“Did you really design this?” I asked Olivia, my voice tinged with suspicion.
I had heard from Alice, my assistant, that Olivia could design clothes. Most of her formal dresses and even some of her office attire were created and designed by her. Intrigued by her talent, I had commissioned her to design a dress for a special occasion.
Today, she submitted the first draft—a white swan-feather gown with intricate embroidery and beading. It may be bold and extravagant, but with the right stage makeup and lighting, it would be stunning.
Olivia nodded confidently. “Yes, why? Is there a problem?”
I raised an eyebrow, studying her. “Are you sure? You were able to finish this design in such a short period of time?”
Olivia’s confusion was evident. “Didn’t you tell me to su
