Seeing Mrs. Ellison's tense expression, Vera Warner stopped teasing her. She turned, went into her studio, and retrieved a garment she had designed long ago, specifically for this upcoming fashion conference.
"Who says we don't have an original design? I started working on this piece back in Aethelgard. It's perfect for the occasion."
Vera Warner spoke with absolute confidence. This time, she was sure she would win.
"Wow, you're a miracle worker! Always one step ahead of the competition. You and President Morgan are practically cut from the same cloth. No wonder you two are family. I'm in awe, truly in awe."
"This dress is absolutely to die for! The style, the fabric... it's every bit as good as the Heavenly Silkworm Immortal Robe. You're a design genius! If you weren't a designer, it would be a huge loss for the entire Midland fashion industry."
Mrs. Ellison examined the garment, showering it with praise. With this piece in hand, she could finally relax.
