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"Here," she showed the screen of her phone.

Clyde looked at the designs she showed. His brows shot up with the details of the dress. She used a black pen and the intricate design of each part draw his attention.

"Wow," he gasped with too much fascination.

Yvette swiped left. Clyde's jaw dropped. The long dresses were amazing. Yvette continued to swipe from the left. Clyde was so fascinated by each design that he didn't even blink while looking at them.

"You made all of it?" he asked.

"Yup."

"I didn't know you have a hidden talent like this," he gasped.

"Coz you never bothered asking me things, Mr. Smith," she smirked and pulled her phone away from him.

Clyde admits that he never asked her things about her likes and dislikes. He only knows some things through watching Yvonne silently. He knows he's fond of orange juice because that's what he always noticed. Or he likes wearing white from the past but she suddenly swaps into black dresses. Or her love for books but she's more into