RankNovelChapter 1105 Chapter 1105: "Mr. Morgan, I'd like to explain my design concept," he said.
"Of course, please proceed," Fabian replied, his attention shifting from Allison's design to Abram's.
Although Fabian had once thought Abram's design was impressive, the allure of Allison's shoes now overshadowed them in his mind. Clearing his throat, Abram began, "As I mentioned earlier, I'm an admirer of ballet, especially Swan Lake." He couldn't quite grasp the thoughts swirling in the room, but he knew that this explanation was critical to winning the crowd.
"I drew inspiration from the image of the white swan and incorporated wings into my design,” he continued. "I hope that whoever wears these shoes can dance with the grace of a swan and win the affection they seek." The guests nodded in understanding.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven though the source of inspiration seemed ordinary, it was still an acceptable explanation.
Allison, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, spoke up. "But if I may, those feathers around the ankle look rather bulky, don't you think? They seem cumbersrather than graceful." Read it all on gvlnovдlsA subtle smile curled at the edges of her lips.
"And your concept, too, seems a bit... incomplete,” she added, her voice light, but her gaze piercing - like a deity who could see through the layers of pretension.
"That's simply a decorative element I included," Abram stammered, his throat dry.
He knew that since he wasn't the original designer, his concept would naturally have its flaws. But now, he had to remain firm and unwavering in his defense.
So, Abram lifted his chin and confidently began to explain, "Precisely because it was a spur-of-the-moment inspiration. It's even more beautiful for its spontaneity." Allison couldn't hold back a sarcastic laugh at such a ridiculous explanation.
"That's honestly absurd," she remarked, shaking her head.
Her laugh stung Abram's delicate pride.
He squinted and asked, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" "Sorry, I just think it's hilarious," she replied.
Allison threw a mocking glance at the shoes he had designed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen, she turned to Kellan.
"Can you get the shoes from under my workbench?” she asked.
"Sure," Kellan replied, going to fetch them.
When he returned, everyone in the room exchanged glances full of surprise and doubt.
In Kellan's hand was another pair of black high heels, and their design was strikingly similar to Abram's.
It was just that the pair in Kellan's hands had a much more balanced ve. and cohesive design.
When they were set down in front of Abram, his mind almost went blank, and his lips began to quiver.
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