Lina nodded again. “You’re right. Can you give me a suggestion?”
“The so-called traditional is actually retro. You will be surprised to know that there is a wide variety of traditional elements for jewelry in the ancient days of our country. For instance, pure gold jewelry, jade, pearl, and the integration of flowers and feathers.”
Lina’s smile froze at once. “My goodness! It never crossed my mind that there is such a long list! Oh, my! What should I use then?”
After pondering for a while, Natalie responded, “It depends on the style of my gown then. For the traditional costume of our country, one of the most common elements should be embroidery. However, we have to bear in mind that we are designing a premium, lavish gown. It will turn out low-class if we use a piece produced by the embroidery machine instead. Too bad, the time is insufficient for us to obtain a handmade piece of embroidery for the gown. We have to really think it through.”
Hearing that, Lina said nothing as she fell into deep thought.
Not only them, but the designers from the other two groups were discussing among themselves as well.
Then minutes later, the host announced that they could leave.
Natalie took her bag and walked out of the conference room with Lina.
“Natalie!” someone called out to her the moment she stepped out.
She stopped and turned, only to see that it was Jayson, the designer who had caused her to trip over previously.
Natalie stared at him and asked coldly, “How can I help you?”
Jayson was not the slightest bit displeased by her grimness. He bowed at her and apologized sincerely, “I’m sorry!”
Natalie was flabbergasted.
Lina’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Nat, am I hearing things? He’s apologizing to you!”
Natalie nodded at her, implying that she was aware of it. She cleared her throat and asked, “Why are you apologizing to me?”
Jayson stood straight and replied guiltily, “It was me. I did that on purpose. I shouldn’t have caused you to trip over that day.”
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