Meeting the designer

Hello, Mr. Rodriguez! Mr. James has spoken highly of you. It's a pleasure to meet you.” A fine, tall, Italian man extends his hand for a handshake and speaks with respect. Edward smiles as he shakes his hand. They are here to meet the famous fashion designer, someone Charlotte has always admired and wanted to learn from.

“She is my wife, Charlotte Rodriguez. A big fan of yours." Edward squeezes her hand and looks at Charlotte, who is greeting the fashion designer, Angelo Salvatore, a man in his thirties. The sight of her blush, a deep crimson red, makes Edward's heartburn with jealousy. Why is she making such a shy face?

“She is gorgeous. Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez. James mentioned that you wished to learn from me. It seems I’ll need to rearrange my schedule to give you some of my precious time. I can’t turn down such a beautiful lady.”

Angelo holds her hand to kiss it as a formality, but he chuckles softly when he receives a death glare from Edward, who immediately frees her wrist from