Novel1Chapter 1088: The man appeared to be in his thirties, with a thick beard and an artsy, unusual vibe. He bowed tically and introduced himself.
"Hello, I'm Abram Marquez, the designer of these shoes. It's an honor to meet you." The moment Allison saw him, her eyes narrowed.
"Allison, do you know him?" Kellan asked, noticing her reaction. "You seem really upset." Allison gave a brief nod. “I know him very well." Back in Faycrest, Abram had used her work to break into the fashion world. Now, he was still riding on her success. It was almost laughable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Abram didn't seem to notice Allison at all. With the crowd watching, he kept boasting about his past achievements.
"I'm the lead designer at SAMSARA. I began gaining recognition in Faycrest years ago..." he said proudly.
He went on about how his shoes sold for sky-high prices, as if only the richest people could afford them. While many found him arrogant and distant, they couldn't deny his talent for design.
That was when Allison stepped forward. "From what you have said, Mr. Marquez, it sounds like you care more about the price of the shoes?" she asked.
When Abram heard Allison's voice, he froze, his body stiffening without thinking. He turned awkwardly to face her, unsure of what to make of the woman standing in front of him.
Feel inspired by ginovs.☐☐☐ "You are...?" he asked, his voice trailing off.
Abram couldn't tell if this was the swoman he had known, the one who had disappeared years ago. After all, Allison had changed. Gone was the naive young woman. Now, even in heels, she stood taller than him by a good margin, radiating a commanding presence.
"You don't need to worry about who I am," Allison said coldly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe gestured toward the leather shoes in Fabian's hand. At that moment, the shoe was tilted just right, exposing the butterfly pattern on the sole.
"Mr. Marquez, could you explain the inspiration behind the butterfly pattern on the sole?" she asked.
Abram's throat tightened. His gaze shot back to Allison, panic rising within him. Her questioning tone sent a chill down his spine. He recognized her instantly.
It was Allison! She was still alive!
Abram fought to steady his racing heart, forcing himself to swallow the knot in his throat.
"This shoe sole is our studio's signature design," he began, his voice steady. "It's inspired by the Centauri butterfly, which lives near Lake Tento. This butterfly creates its cocoon in winter and emerges in the spring. It fits perfectly with the essence of our brand." After speaking, Abram let out a heavy sigh of relief.
He silently thanked himself for paying attention when Allison Allison had explained the concept otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to answer today. Though Abram knew that the design was Allison's, he didn't feel guilty at all.
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