Young Writers Society

           Chapter 5 : Freznel's devotion...

Freznel went to the offfice daily and punctually. She sketched a rough outline of gorgeous models. She was desperate to complete the task. She did not want her first impression to go wrong. There was a glass window to the left of Freznel's working desk. Marldon could directly see how Freznel worked on the mahogany desk. He could see her eyes insan-ishly lost in the work. She did every sketch by heart. One after one, she filled the blank sheets with clothes designed with fine art work. Marldon McCarty was deeply impressed by Freznel's devotion.

There were superb ladies in one piece clothes. She filled the dresses with various colour combinations--- aqua blue coloured with small white florets; grass green coloured with beautful stones drawn with markers. She took pains, because she knew the 10 lettered golden rule, TGRWHTTPIT... To get a rose, we have to take the pains of it's thorns. 

Each night, Freznel slept on the bed with her ailing shoulders, wailing nerves, screaming spinal chord, and fatigued hazel eyes which did not lose their shine, though tired so much. She felt the loss of her mother's tender arms when she slept with her tired body parts.

Again waking up hurriedly at the squeaking alarm, she would be ready to absorb all the day's affliction on her body. Just as a gardener costs his sweat to grow a beautiful flower, she costed her energy to complete her sketchbook--- the task. 

Freznel would not even notice that Marldon was gazing at her every reflex move. Her fingers reflexly moved throughout the paper making fine dots somewhere, and filling some blank spaces with broad flowers filled with designs, untill one day she finished her sketchbook and was ready with her collection of one piece clothes, designed in 20 different style, with 20 different designs, and 20 different colour combination without even one pattern repeating twice. 

Mr. Mitsubishi Kennicha came in her cabin exactly after 7 days she was given the task. 7 days was her deadline. Just behind him, Marldon stepped in.

Kenicha brought a terror-full atmosphere with him. Freznel felt the same wobbly feeling in her stomach which brought trepidations to her, when she saw Mr. Kenicha. 

But she relaxed when Kenicha said, " Miss Feznel! You are doing great! Keep up the good work. "

Freznel thanked him, smiling broadly. Marldon completely died at that moment, when he saw her broad smile. Freznel caught him, and felt like hiding her face behind her fair palms, but she kept control in front of Mitsubishi. A rosy complexioned, handsome, young man, and that too a manager like him giving a dieing expressions like that, would make any girl shy and blush that way.