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"Your designs are wonderful, by the way. They embody the woman you are," Clyde opened up when he remembered the runway he attended.

"Most of those designs were inspired by Yvonne. Those white satins," Yvette pointed out.

"I noticed it too. Those were the dresses Yvonne might wear. Angelic. Compassionate. Full of kindness." He raised his brow as he remembered those times he would see Yvonne’s style matching her soft features.

"And those dark clothes are obviously you. Fierce. Dominating. And... sexy," he pointed out more.

Yvette sipped on her water, amazed at how Clyde’s thoughts about her collection matched the message she wanted to convey through her designs.

Most of her targets were women. She’s a feminist, and she has been known for it. Though she has tried some styles for men, she hasn’t released them yet.

"Is that the reason why I saw you on my runway? Because you are interested in the designs? Have you found a woman to spoil now?" Yvette chuckled smoothly as she sliced the steak