Chapter 14

“I’M SORRY.”

Lincoln stopped from measuring a fabric on the mannequin. They were inside a room, a studio specifically. It was an average size rectangular room with white walls. The sun shone through the windowsill, adding to the brightness of the room that contained several mannequins, and tables; and on the tables, there were fabrics, a sewing machine, rulers, pencils, tape measures, and other designing materials. There were cloth racks on the side of the wall that hang several dresses, all with different colors and designs. On the wall, there’s a bullet board standing, and pinned on it were over dozens of sketches of dresses and gowns.

Lincoln’s mom made them borrow it, to let them work on the dress the CEO of Fengs had picked. Mrs. Laine Vega had thought it was Shun who drew it, but in fact, it was her own son. The moment they stepped inside this studio, Shun was standing dumbly on the side while Lincoln is starting work, because, among the two of them, Lincoln was the one more fa