My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 

Anna cleared her throat to hide her eagerness and said, “If you have any plans today, that’s okay. My fashion show will be on display for a week, and you’re welcome to visit anytime.” Esther felt a strange sense of familiarity with Anna, despite not knowing where it came from. At that moment, both of them chose to draw closer to each other. 

“I can visit with you today,” Esther said, glancing at Bradley in the distance. “Just give me a moment to inform him.” 

Esther approached Bradley and explained the situation. He agreed without hesitation. 

Although Anna was the designer, she only handled the final adjustments for the exhibition. Other tasks were taken care of by her team members. 

Anna led Esther to her temporary office, which, while not large, was filled with various fabrics. The trash can on the floor was scattered with crumpled balls of white paper. 

Esther casually picked up one of the paper balls, smoothed it out, and discovered a design sketch on it. 

“These are all discarded drafts,” Anna explained. 

Despite the popularity of digital design, Anna insisted on hand drawing. 

Esther looked at the discarded draft and softly remarked, “Your discarded drafts would be considered the best designs that other designers could only dream of.” 

“Esther, look at this design. It’s completely forgettable from beginning to end,” commented 

Anna. 

Esther grabbed a pencil from the holder and added a few strokes to the discarded draft. The design, which lacked distinctiveness, instantly became filled with charm. 

“Esther, have you studied fashion design?” Anna was surprised by Esther’s ability to transform something ordinary into something extraordinary. She couldn’t help but be curious about the surprises Esther could bring. 

Anna gathered the other discarded drafts from the floor, smoothed them out, and handed them to Esther one by one. “Would you like to give it a try?” 

Esther gently shook her head. “I don’t want to cross any boundaries.” 

“Esther, please give it a try. I don’t mind,” Anna asserted. “To you, these are my designs. But to me, they’re just discarded drafts. If you can salvage them, you’re giving them new life.” 

“I haven’t formally studied fashion design,” said Esther. 

Strictly speaking, Esther had never received formal training in fashion design. During her difficult time in prison, studying became a way to numb herself, as if only through studying could her soul find a moment of 

peace. 

“You have such a precise command of color and lines without professional training. It’s an innate talent that many people dream of. You should really give it a try. I can bring you into my team if your designs turn out well. You won’t need to clock in or work fixed hours. You just 

need to submit design drafts to me.” 

Anna took the opportunity to recruit Esther. She could see the temptation in Esther’s recognized her genuine talent. It would be a waste if Esther didn’t pursue this path. 

“Then, let me give it a try?” 

Anna encouraged her, saying, “Believe me, you can do it.”