"Hmm. If you don't believe me, you can check the kitchen."
"No, no, I do believe you. I just feel Mrs. Carter, you're too kind to me. Honestly, it's making me uneasy." I'm not exaggerating; I truly feel uneasy.
I can't understand why such a distinguished and noble Carter Family, why such a high-and-mighty Mrs. Carter, is being so kind to someone like me, a mere tailor?
Even if she likes the clothes I make, with the Carter Family's power, they could hire countless designers better than me.
"Don't be nervous, I just find you agreeable and simply like you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Carter."
No amount of flattery could describe my feelings of being overwhelmed right now.
Seeing Mrs. Carter go to change clothes, I took the chance to take out my phone and sent a WeChat message to my best friend.
[Is Chef Barton from your Holburne not in today?]
