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"No, you're doing a fine job," Chris replied with a chuckle.

"Tch." Adriella finished straightening a stack of papers as he continued to speak. Family? Cousin? She felt better at that mention, though why she'd been so bothered about their relationship, well, bothered her. She'd already come to terms with the slight attraction she had to Chris, but she had no reason to get so worked up about it. Just because he'd been nice to her at their first meeting didn't mean anything. It was highly likely that he wanted something from her - most people seemed to be like that now adays.

Though his next words were in the form of a question, it felt as if there was an implied demand for her to do it. Sighing, the redhead crossed the room and stopped beside him, arms crossed and amber eyes frowning. The fabric samples were definitely nice, some made of silk and others made with warmer, thicker material. "These two are the best," she murmured, more to herself than to him at all. She picked two samples up - a creamy black silk and a greyish blue material that had interesting patterns - and turned them in every which way as if to get the best angle. "Those are nice as well," she continued on in a low voice.

Using her keen eye, she divided the samples into three categories on the table. "Those over there (she pointed to the farthest stack) have nice designs but the colors are a little bland," she said after a pause in thought. "These (again, she pointed) are nice colors but are bland because they are only color. And these (she picked up a few and waved them a little for emphasis) are the best ones."