Selina nearly laughed.
Apologize? To him?
She took a slow sip of coffee, eyes calm, voice puzzled. "Is Mr. Bryant really that famous?"
Mateo puffed up with pride. "Of course I—"
"How many awards has Mr. Bryant won? Any groundbreaking designs that shook the industry? How many exhibitions has he held? What's the biggest achievement of his career?"
With every word Selina spoke, Mateo's face turned a deeper shade of red.
She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "As far as I know, you can't answer any of those questions. Which means you're not exactly a big deal. So what's wrong with me not knowing who you are?"
Exactly. A designer with no awards, no acclaimed work, no public exhibitions—how could it be shocking if someone didn't know his name?
Renowned designers were people like Rowan or Star. Compared to them, what was Mateo?
Mateo's lips trembled with rage. He couldn't get a single word out.
