Snippet #1862557

Chris watched her work, slowly shifting his attention from the fabrics to the way Adriella moved. She had a kind of natural grace that was rare in most girls her age. He backed off a little to give her free rein over organizing the samples in a way that satisfied her which also gave him a full view of her working. He could see her thinking as she moved the samples around and recognized an intelligence not often seen in the girls that visited the studio. He appreciated the thought and process that she went through to judge the quality of the samples and an idea slowly formed in his head.

"Good, yes," he approved of her judgement, walking back up to the table when she finished. "Those colors definitely are bland," he pointed to one that, at first glance, he really liked but now that he saw it in comparison to the other fabrics he knew that she was right. He moved over to where she had placed the best examples and ran a finger over them. He picked up one and rubbed it between his thumb and fingers. "Now this is the only one I don't agree with. Here, feel it." He held it out to her to touch, if she cared to. "I like to also design things that feel beautiful, too. This fabric is coarse and, if I made a gown out of it, the woman wearing it would not be comfortable. If you're wearing a great evening dress it better not just look elegant, but feel elegant as well." He smiled over at Adriella. "I appreciate your opinion and, for the most part, I think you've got a very good eye for detail." Leaning up against the table, he crossed his arms and faced her directly. "I want you to feel like more than a maid. Would you be interested in learning about designing and photography? It would be nice to have an assistant who can help me during photo shoots and shopping for materials."