Anna cleared her throat to hide her eagerness and said, âIf you have any plans today, thatâs okay. My fashion show will be on display for a week, and youâre welcome to visit anytime.â Esther felt a strange sense of familiarity with Anna, despite not knowing where it came from. At that moment, both of them chose to draw closer to each other.
âI can visit with you today,â Esther said, glancing at Bradley in the distance. âJust give me a moment to inform him.â
Esther approached Bradley and explained the situation. He agreed without hesitation.
Although Anna was the designer, she only handled the final adjustments for the exhibition. Other tasks were taken care of by her team members.
Anna led Esther to her temporary office, which, while not large, was filled with various fabrics. The trash can on the floor was scattered with crumpled balls of white paper.
Esther casually picked up one of the paper balls, smoothed it out, and discovered a design sketch on it.
âThese are all discarded drafts,â Anna explained.
Despite the popularity of digital design, Anna insisted on hand drawing.
Esther looked at the discarded draft and softly remarked, âYour discarded drafts would be considered the best designs that other designers could only dream of.â
âEsther, look at this design. Itâs completely forgettable from beginning to end,â commented Anna.
Esther grabbed a pencil from the holder and added a few strokes to the discarded draft. The design, which lacked distinctiveness, instantly became filled with charm.
âEsther, have you studied fashion design?â Anna was surprised by Estherâs ability to transform something ordinary into something extraordinary. She couldnât help but be curious about the surprises Esther could bring.
Anna gathered the other discarded drafts from the floor, smoothed them out, and handed them to Esther one by one. âWould you like to give it a try?â
Esther gently shook her head. âI donât want to cross any boundaries.â
âEsther, please give it a try. I donât mind,â Anna asserted. âTo you, these are my designs. But to me, theyâre just discarded drafts. If you can salvage them, youâre giving them new life.â
âI havenât formally studied fashion design,â said Esther.
Strictly speaking, Esther had never received formal training in fashion design. During her difficult time in prison, studying became a way to numb herself, as if only through studying could her soul find a moment of peace.
âYou have such a precise command of color and lines without professional training. Itâs an innate talent that many people dream of. You should really give it a try. I can bring you into my team if your designs turn out well. You wonât need to clock in or work fixed hours. You just need to submit design drafts to me.â
Anna took the opportunity to recruit Esther. She could see the temptation in Estherâs recognized her genuine talent. It would be a waste if Esther didnât pursue this path.
âThen, let me give it a try?â
Anna encouraged her, saying, âBelieve me, you can do it.â
eyes and Esther pulled up a chair and sat down. She smoothed out each crumpled design sketch and placed them on the table one by one, lost in thought.
Observing Esther, Anna instructed the others not to disturb her.
Esther was the sole presence in the spacious studio. Once she had a good idea, she would transfer it onto paper.
With her exceptional artistic skills and a keen perception of colors, Estherâs modifications and additions injected fresh inspiration into the original design sketches.
Once she immersed herself, Esther completely lost track of time. Her earnest and hardworking demeanor was truly beautiful.
Suddenly, a ringing sound from Annaâs work laptop interrupted Estherâs thoughts. She furrowed her brow and glanced at the computer.