Chapter 6

Tamara, who was sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap, gave Elena a curious glance. “El, have you figured out what kind of design you want to make?”

Elena tapped her pencil against the table. “I don’t know what he likes yet. But I can guess from his style. A man like Nathaniel must like something classic, elegant, and high-quality.”

Tamara nodded in agreement. “He always looks neat. Seems like the type who doesn’t like weird experiments in dressing style.”

Elena began drawing preliminary lines on her paper. “I’ll make something perfect. If he’s willing to play with my patience, I’ll give him the best suit he’s ever had.”

Tamara chuckled. “Sounds like a challenge.”

Elena grinned. “It is.”

***

Three days later, Elena stood in front of Nathaniel’s magnificent building. Her hands clutched the box containing the suit she had finished making.

“Why do I feel nervous?” she muttered.

She took a deep breath before going inside. A