My Babies, My Love

Chapter 145

Scott smiled. “Good luck, Mommy!”

Her son’s encouragement was the motivation she needed. Patricia nodded. “I will.”

Scott sent Patricia off. He was in a black coat, and the way he saw her off reminded Patricia of

Isaac. For some reason, she thought Scott resembled Isaac a little. She smiled. Maybe that’s what

every handsome guy looks like when they’re kids.

Patricia drove her red Volvo all the way to Claudetown University. The training class was held

there, and she heard that it was really professional and raised countless famous designers.

Patricia found a spot and sat down. There were both men and women there, and there were about

twenty people.

The girl beside her moved closer. “Hi, I’m Janice. Nice to know you, classmate.”

Patricia smiled at her. “Hi, I’m Patricia.”

Janice was an outgoing person, and they got along well just a moment later. “Patricia, I heard

Tiffany herself is gonna teach our class. The Tiffany.”

Patricia did not know, but she did know who Tiffany was. She was a famous designer. “That’s

nice!” Patricia loved her designs. She loved buying Tiffany’s shirt back when she was living with

the Anistons. She could not afford them now, though. They were expensive, and every new design

would always sell out very quickly. She had to be rich and had connections with the official store to

get one for herself. Either that, or she had to be a big-ticket client. It would be great if she could

learn from Tiffany.

They took their books and got to know a few of their teachers and friends, then class was

dismissed.

Patricia held her books and was about to leave, but the homeroom teacher stopped her. “Patricia,

a moment.”

Patricia told Janice, “Miss Yliaster is calling me. You go ahead without me.”

Janice nodded. “And I thought we could have lunch together. Next time, then.”

Patricia went over to her teacher. “What do you need, Ms. Yliaster?” The teacher remembers my

name on the first day. My name is so easy to remember.

Minerva smiled. “Someone wants to see you, Patricia. Come with me.”

Patricia followed her to the office upstairs. She went inside and saw an elegant woman beside the

window. The woman was in a black dress, and no matter how Patricia looked, this woman had a

magnificent air about her. She turned around and smiled at Patricia. “I’m the one who called you

here, Patricia.”

Patricia was delightfully surprised to see her. She trotted over to the woman. “Tiffany, it’s really

you! I’m so happy to see you! I adore your designs!” Patricia did not expect to meet her idol on the

first day of class, and class had not even formally started yet.

Tiffany raised her hand elegantly. “I made coffee for you. Have a taste.”

Patricia picked the cup up and took an elegant sip. “It’s good.” She smiled.

Tiffany smiled as well. “Do you love fashion design, Patricia?”

Patricia nodded. “Yeah. I remember watching my mom sew when I was small. Every time she

started making clothing, I’d go up to her to see what she was doing. I can’t recall everything

though, but it felt warm and fuzzy to me, so I decided to become a fashion designer when I grew Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

up, just like my mother.”