And the topics are all ordinary too. I won't be left flustered or unable to keep up with the conversation... This is the ordinary friendship I wanted!
Senna Ajisai rested her fingertips against her chin and looked curiously at his clothes. "Mr. Talent, you come from a family of designers, right? Do you usually design and make the clothes you wear yourself too?"
That question drew Amo Reiko's attention as well. She was curious too.
Seriously!
He and True Wei—one a designer and seamster, the other a model—were practically a match made in heaven!
"It's not quite that extravagant." He gave a stingy little smile and brushed the matter aside.
"But I do sometimes design them. I'll finish a sketch, then send it along with the measurements to other factories or workshops and have them make the clothes for me."
Making everything entirely by hand was impossible. Even if his sewing skills were better than Aunt Meryl's had been back then, making every piece himself would be far too much of a waste of time.
If it was just for clothes, couldn't he simply buy whatever he liked?
He wasn't Aunt Meryl, who had grown up in poverty. There was no need for him to be so frugal.
Meryl Linchi had been born in a secluded convent deep in the mountains, cut off from the world. From a young age, she had possessed an extraordinary talent for clothing. Her aesthetic sense was first-rate, and her handiwork was beyond reproach.
On top of that, she had always made and repaired clothes for the nearby villagers free of charge, giving her a wealth of experience. By high school, her craftsmanship had already reached a terrifying level.
Having grown accustomed to a life of poverty, she had made her own clothes from fabric