Coolest Girl in Town (Elise and Alexander)
Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Chapter 189,Coolest Girl in Town

“I think that the fabric of the dress could be better since it’s weighing me down and extremely tight aswell. I believe there may be ways to make it a lot more comfortable.” As soon as these words tumbledout of Elise’s mouth, Brendan’s smile faded. He was a fashion designer, after all, and as far as anartist’s ego was concerned, he couldn’t stand having others criticize his work, especially one which heheld with esteem. However, given that the present critic was Elise herself, he suppressed his injuredpride and asked with forced patience, “In that case, what fabric do you suggest we incorporate?”

Although Brendan sounded casual enough, there was a trace of disdain in his tone that seeminglyimplied that she had no right to comment on the making of the dress, given that she was not an expert.Elise, on the other hand, did not bridle at the hostility underlying his question, and instead repliedmildly, “I personally think that a fiber-based tulle would be a better choice and there should be someadjustments to the skirt to make it weigh less. It might help with the aesthetics, too.” At that moment, hewas sure that the girl was besmirching his design.

While keeping his resentment at bay, he bit out, “Well then, since you’ve said so, I guess I’ll just try totweak the dress.” With that, he gestured for his assistant to help her out of the dress. Upon sensing hisdisgruntlement, Elise quickly explained, “Don’t get me wrong; I love your design and how beautiful it is.Whatever I said earlier was merely a suggestion.” Brendan hummed curtly in response. “That’s fine. Ifyou think the dress needs some tweaking, then I’ll just go along with it.” Not wanting to further prod thebruise on his artist’s esteem, she conceded and changed out of the dress, which was later taken awayby his assistant.

Meanwhile, after having observed the slightly tense exchange, Alexander knew instantly that Brendanwas very much offended by Elise’s remarks. Fashion design was not his forte, but he understood

Brendan’s temperament and he was only too familiar with Brendan’s intolerance toward any criticismabout his work. “Brendan, I don’t think it’s a bad idea to make a few slight adjustments, but if you don’twant to go along with it, why don’t you let Elise take charge instead?”

Alexander placated while delicately selecting his words. Upon hearing that, Brendan’s expressionsoftened. He thought Elise was presumptuous to have nitpicked on his design when she wasn’t even afellow designer, but Alexander’s words made sense. As such, he decided to allow her to tweak thedress as she saw fit. Let’s see if you can do what I do, Elise. Brendan wanted her to know that fashiondesigning was no walk in the park. A hint of contempt sneaked into his voice as he drawled, “You knowwhat?

I think you’re right, Alexander. Elise, if you have better ideas for the dress, then you’re welcome tomake all the adjustments as you please. There’s no harm in trying, right?” When she heard it, Elisepaused in thought and finally agreed, “Alright then, I’ll give it a shot.” Her response was beyond whatBrendan had expected of her. He thought that she might become flustered and turn down his offer, butexasperation seized him when he saw how confident she looked.

How could a girl be so insubordinate and cocky at the same time? Let’s just see how she fares at theend! With a strained composure, he added, “Then, I’ll leave the dress to you, Elise. You can come tome if you need any help, or would you prefer I dispatch two assistants to lend you a helping hand?” Amild ‘hmm’ escaped her before she replied, “I think one assistant should suffice. I’ll drop by tomorrowand start on the tweaking if that’s alright with you.” There was no hesitation in her words and her gazewas steady as she waited for him to say something, but he did not.

When she and Alexander made their way out of Brendan’s office, they piled into the car. Alexanderpeered at her in the rearview mirror and pointed out, “You can do whatever you like with the dress andit won’t matter if you mess up. I’ll be there for you.” It was the first time she had heard anyone making

such promises to her. The five syllables strung together into a simple assurance, but it made her tinglewith warmth nonetheless. I’ll be there for you. As the words reverberated in her headspace, she smiledand responded, “You could have a little more faith in me, you know.

After all, I’d never do anything without first having the confidence that I could pull it off.” There wassomething magnetic about her when she behaved this way and it tugged at Alexander’s heartstrings. Itwas as if he had discovered the true reason behind his attraction for her; he could see the samestubbornness in her that he used to have back in the day. To that extent, they thrived in the sameleague. The next day, Elise showed up at the atelier alone. Unlike yesterday, everyone at the atelierwas too preoccupied with their own work to notice her presence.

She paid no mind to this and found her way to Brendan’s office, thereafter knocking cursorily on hisdoor. “Come in.” After having heard his disembodied voice, she pushed open the door. “What is it?”Brendan asked impassively as he looked up and when he saw her, he stiffened. “Oh, you’re here.” Shenodded before asking, “I can get started on the dress right away. Where is it?” He gaped at her insurprise; he hadn’t expected her to actually turn up, believing that she was nothing but a big talker atthat time. Then again, he’d like to see how she was going to ruin the dress now that she was here.

“Come with me,” he said as he rose from his seat. He led her down the hallway and when they came toa stop at the end, he declared, “You can work on the dress here. All the tools are in there and I’ll havemy assistant, Molly, lend you a hand.” Elise thanked him and went through the door. She wasimmediately greeted by the sight of the dress, which hung on the mannequin’s frame. As she walkedtoward it, she appraised the dress from all angles and began to sketch something on a piece of paper.Meanwhile, Brendan was cooped up in his office when Molly entered.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Griffith?” He gave a flippant wave of his hand and replied, “I need you tohead over to Design Studio No.1 to assist with some adjustments. You can get whatever is neededfrom storage.” She nodded. “Got it, Mr. Griffith.” However, just as she was about to leave, he stoppedher in her tracks. “Hold on. Make sure you watch every single tweak that girl makes to the dress, andlet me know as soon as you spot a problem.” “Yes. Mr. Griffith,” she replied. “I’ll get going now.” In truth,Molly was a little taken aback by how eager Brendan seemed and she wondered what the big dealwas.

When she arrived at Design Studio No.1 and caught sight of an average woman pawing around thedress that he had painstakingly made, Molly cried out, “Hey! What are you doing? You’re probably newaround here, but I should warn you not to touch anything that Mr. Griffith has personally designed—likethat dress!” Elise frowned at the intrusion, but a sudden thought flashed in her mind as she asked, “Areyou the assistant Brendan mentioned?” Astonishment colored Molly’s face. Did she just call Mr. Griffithby his first name? Who is she to have such audacity?

Instantly, she understood that regardless of who the girl might be, the girl was not one to be trifled with.While Molly nodded, she answered hastily, “Yes, Mr. Griffith sent me over to assist you.” “Oh,” Eliseresponded. “Could you pass me the scissors, please?” In a show of obedience, Molly turned to grabthe scissors before she handed it over to Elise without further delay.

“Here you go.” After she took the sharp tool, Elise swept her gaze over the dress and there was noteven a flicker of doubt that crossed her expression as she snipped away the inseam of the dress.Molly’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she gasped and stammered, “W-What in the worldare you doing?”