After the New Year's Eve Tragedy Her Icy Return novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Is That Aunt Caroline Up Ahead?

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“Well then, I’ll just go ahead and marry into the Graysons!” Helen eagerly said, her thoughts consumed by the idea of marrying into the prestigious Graysons. She envisioned herself as Mrs. Grayson, living a life of wealth and luxury.

Liam let out a long sigh. “If you leave, it’ll feel like there’s something missing, Helen. Like there’s an empty space inside me.”

He suddenly found himself wishing it were Caroline who was leaving, hoping Helen could stay with him forever.

But he also wanted her to be happy, no matter what.

Noticing the troubled expression on his face, Helen moved closer, settling beside him. She linked her arm with his, offering a small gesture of reassurance. “Uncle Liam, I’m just getting married, not disappearing forever. I promise I’ll visit you often.”

At her calming words, a faint smile of relief returned to Liam’s face.

Then, as if a new thought struck him, he said, “Oh, and the dress designs you were supposed to do–don’t forget, you need to have the sketches ready by this Friday.”

Creating the outfits would take time, and if they didn’t meet the deadline, they might fall behind.

Helen gave him a confident nod. “Don’t worry. There’s plenty of time. A few more days will be enough.”

In the past, she had relied on Caroline’s designs, mostly out of laziness.

do much better. After all, if

But now that she had a background in fashion design, she knew she co Caroline could design successful pieces with limited skills, surely she–ng a professional–could do it even better.

Helen worked quickly. By Thursday night, she had already completed five sketches, which included dresses and tops.

The next step was to create the prototypes.

Afterward, she planned to work with the pattern maker to refine the samples.

The pattern maker, a diligent woman, noticed a few issues as she worked on the patterns and didn’t hesitate to speak up. “I think there’s something off about this part of the design. You might want to-”

Helen’s temper flared at being questioned. She sharply responded, “Are you the designer, or am I?”

The pattern maker, aware of Helen’s position as the chairman’s daughter, felt a bit intimidated. “You’re the designer, but-”

“No buts. Just follow my design and do your job!” Helen snapped, feeling as though everyone was trying to make things difficult for her.

She had never had issues with her designs before–so why was this one so troublesome?

As the workday neared its end, Liam stopped by to check on Helen.

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