"Remember when I told you about wanting to start my own clothing brand?" Amelia Clarke asked softly while gently massaging Owen Moreland's temples.
"Any new ideas?" Owen Moreland's head rested on the edge of the sofa, his voice hoarse and charming.
"Yes, remember Lily Marly whom I accidentally drove into? She could be an excellent designer."
Lily Marly was living under Amelia Clarke's arrangements, and Amelia would visit her every now and then.
Having distanced herself from her troublesome family, she was much happier than before. During one visit, Amelia saw her drawing. In the past, she couldn't afford beautiful clothes due to financial reasons, so she'd often draw various beautiful outfits. Though she couldn't read, her imagination and vision were impressive, and Amelia felt pity for her talent after seeing her collection of drawings.
