Diamond's POV
I storm into Dad's office, furious. "Dad!!"
"My love, where are your siblings?"
"They went with Mom."
"Why are you angry?"
"Dad, how can you allow mistakes in the company? I don't want to be associated with a poor design; I have a reputation to uphold. That's why I don't let Mom and my siblings leave without supervising their outfits. In the workshop, I found a horrible design, not to mention it was poorly made. Even I can sew better than the person who did it. I left Grandma correcting it because she wouldn't let me touch the big machines. Besides, how am I supposed to reach the pedals?"
"Haha, daughter, you're something else. You should let Grandma handle those things; they are dangerous for you. How about you review all the designs for the next runway show with me?
