"Hayley, I don't go back to work for another three days. Hurry and buy everything on this list for me. I need to see if I can..."
"Actually, forget it. This won't work. The production time is too long; we don't have enough time. We need to streamline the process. Go find me a few weavers. I have some things I need to ask them."
Grace Winslow looked at the steps she had written down, her brow furrowed.
'There's really not enough time to make it from scratch.'
'But if I don't use floating light brocade for Florence Sherman's outfit, what else is there?'
She brainstormed so hard it felt like her CPU was about to fry.
Seeing how anxious Grace was, Hayley didn't dare delay and immediately sent people to find master weavers.
There were actually quite a few old artisans in Coronet.
Dyers, weavers, embroiderers—you could easily find plenty of them.
