One Hundred And Twelve

Zyrielle's POV.

I was unable to concentrate on my latest designs so much that I ended up drawing the same sketches.

"Ma'am, I think you should check this out." My assistant said, cutting my attention off my thoughts.

Rain wasn't in any way involved with women but the fact that he didn't take my words seriously made things even worse. I wasn't paranoid or problematic. I appreciated everything that he did for me but discarding my words like I was some paranoid being was disgusting.

"Oh, really? This makes a lot of sense." I commented.

Brenda gave me a bashful smile. "Thank you, ma'am."

I smiled at her, "Discard this." I pointed at the sketch papers. "We'll use this idea. I hope I don't get to pay for it." I asked playfully before walking to my table.

"No, it's completely free. I think that we should also contest for the City Fashion week. These designs are superb." She pointed at my poor sketches.

I squinted in confusion as I tried to understand what she was referring to.

"These?"