Florienna spoke, deliberately emphasizing the words 'familiar,' and sure enough, saw Coco's somewhat guilty expression.
"I..."
Coco nervously clutched the hem of her clothes and then lowered her voice to speak to Florienna, "Sister Florienna, I'll be honest with you, a lot of stuff here I took from the studio's discarded drafts and then had custom made."
"You're actually stealing designs!"
Florienna glared at Coco, scaring her into quickly reaching out to cover Florienna's mouth.
"What do you mean stealing? Those are useless drafts, why can't they be used? I'm Charlotte Thompson's assistant, do you know how many drafts get discarded when she starts a project?"
Coco seriously explained to Florienna, "Since they're just discarded drafts, no one knows about these designs, and they sell really well. This month I made five to six times my normal salary with the online store."
"That much!" A glimmer of surprise finally appeared in Florienna's eyes.
