Snippet #1862579

She was satisfied with her decisions until he pointed out one of the fabrics she'd skipped over when feeling their coarseness. She frowned, feeling the fabric when he held it out to her. "You're right," she murmured with a light frown. If there was anything that she hated more than anything, it was being wrong. And to be wrong in this situation irritated her even further. Something about being wrong at that moment made her feel as if her intelligence had dumbed down. She should be at home studying right now, not feeling the coarseness of certain fabric samples.

"I appreciate your opinion and, for the most part, I think you've got a very good eye for detail," Chris said while changing his body position. "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."

It was an interesting thing, what he was asking. Adriella studied his face in silence, trying to see exactly what he was thinking. Was he just playing with her, or was be being legit? His smile made it hard for her to read anything other than kindness, but as she'd seen earlier, he was more than meets the eye. As much as she wanted to agree, thoughts of her mom were flashing before her eyes.

"I have time to be an assistant and that's it," the redhead said blankly. "Any more work than that would take away time for me to study." She would have said more, but at that moment the door to the shop opened and a tall man appeared, dark hair and eyes contrasting against his pale skin.

"Ah, Adriella, there you are. Your mom wants me to fetch you," he said, expression indifferent and bored.

She stared back with a frown. Who was this guy, exactly? "Are you my mom's current boyfriend?" she asked, voice tense.

"If you want to call it that, then yes, I'm her boyfriend."

Of course, Adriella being Adriella only paused for a couple of moments before she decided to trust this stranger. There was no warning signal telling her not to go with him, no ability to see whether or not be was someone who could potentially harm her. After all, there were only good people in this world; bad people were really good people who made bad decisions. She turned to Chris and shrugged. "Guess I should get going, then," she said simply and crossed to the couch to collect her bag.