Chapter 162

"What did you say? Rosalind's leaving the studio?" Angelina asked in shock. "Yeah. She already talked to Meg and me. She said she wants to go somewhere bigger to grow. Meg actually agreed," Isadora replied. "What about the local fashion design competition?" Angelina asked. "We're counting on you." Isadora sighed. "Good thing your hands are fine, Angie. Imagine if it had been—" Chester smacked her head lightly. "What are you even saying?" She scooted back a little. "Jeez. There's no need for a sneak attack, Ches..." Halfway through her sentence, Angelina had already guessed where Isadora was going with it and sighed. "You guys really think I can carry the whole thing myself if Rosalind doesn't compete? "The locals prefer practical, everyday designs—simple and accessible. Anything too fancy or complex isn't necessarily going to win. If they only reward high-end designs, the production cost shoots up, and most local companies can't afford to make that stuff. What's the point then?