Chapter 92
As soon as the man heard the news, his face fell, This is a disaster. Our CEO has a crucial gala to attend tonight, and this suit was tailor–made specifically for the event. There’s no way we can get it fixed in Northcrest City in time.
The store clerk looked apologetic, “I’m really sorry, sir. We can’t repair it here. Perhaps you could try another store?”
– already asked every reputable tailor in Cresthaven, the man replied, his voice tinged with desperation.
re glanced at the suit cradled in the man’s arms. Having lived with the Linwood family for three years, she was no stranger to high–end custom tailoring, but this suit was on another level entirely. Both the fabric and the cut were top–notch.”
Such a suit was crafted to fit its owner perfectly, making it impossible to find a replacement off the rack. Even if it could be repaired, it would neither be quick nor cheap, with costs starting in the thousands.@
Perhaps because she had been staring a bit too long, the man with glasses noticed her!
Claire was wearing a freshly donned black suit, its cut perfectly accentuating her slender waist. Though her shoulders were petite, the suit’s padded shoulders added a touch of strength to her appearance. The black fabric contrasted beautifully with her snow–white skin, while the sleek neckline extended elegantly to her long neck, giving her a streamlined, professional look.
Mistaking Claire for the store manager, the man rushed over, eagerly asking, “Is there really no way to fix it? I’ll pay whatever it takes as long as it can be done before nightfall.”
Claire was momentarily taken aback, realizing he had mistaken her for someone in charge. She intended to decline, but faced with the man’s hopeful gaze, she found it hard to say no.
Almost instinctively, she said, “What about embroidery?“!
“Embroidery?” the man echoed, looking conflicted. Adding embroidery to a perfectly good suit seemed out of place. Yet, with no other options, he was willing to consider it.”
“What kind of embroidery can you do? How skilled are you?” he probed.!!
“I can do Silk Stitch Embroidery. My skills… well, they’re decent,” Claire replied modestly.
She had honed her Silk Stitch Embroidery skills while in Cresthaven Prison. Despite the harsh conditions, no one ever harmed her hands because her embroidery was renowned as the best within those walls. Even the guards seemed to value her hands.
However, she wasn’t sure how her skills would measure up outside prison, perhaps only standing out compared to other inmates. The man looked at her skeptically. “Silk Stitch Embroidery? That’s the most revered of all embroidery styles. Are you sure you can handle
It wasn’t that he doubted Claire’s abilities, but she seemed so young. Mastering Silk Stitch Embroidery was no small feat, it was a complex, labor–intensive craft, often called “soft gold” due to its value and intricacy.
Claire didn’t boast. “I’m not sure if I can pull it off, but with a burnt hole in your suit, attending the gala as it is would be impossible.” “True enough,” the man conceded, realizing there was little choice. Resigned he handed the suit over to Claire, silently praying. “Please, let this work Tonight’s auction is too important for the CEO“%
Claire examined the burn mark closely, her fingers gently tracing the fabric around it. She was already envisioning the embroidery design in her mind.
“Do you have any embroidery thread?” she asked the clerk
The clerk nodded, promptly bringing over the necessary supplies.
Claire sat down at the table, her gaze becoming intensely focused. Before starting, she splita single embroidery thread into forty–eight strands–a technique that left both the man with glasses and the clerk in awe.!!
Just from this, the man’s heart raced with excitement. This was no amateur, Claire was clearly a professional.
