*You should skip this chapter if you have read chapter 92. Chapter 92 and 93 are the same. I am very sorry about this mistake. I will be more careful next time.*
Rose sat with her bad against the backrest of the chair and her legs crossed with a pen in her hand as she wrote down a few things occasionally on the small notepad she did not forget to bring.
Anna kept glancing over and over at what she was writing but she had no idea and simply looked away. She always found it had to understand fashion designing although she tried hard to understand it.
She wanted to make her mother proud vabd worry less about her. She wanted to prove she was capable of being a fashion designer just like her mother but every design she made had nothing special.
Most of them were almost unwearable or look too similar to someone else's design. It was good Rose had such great talent in fashion designing, it removed the weight of the responsibility from her shoulder.
