Chapter 7

The sensation of nylon stockings is different from that of cotton tights.

Cotton tights are like a pair of tight-fitting leggings, but nylon stockings are different.

This was Catherine's first impression when she put on nylon stockings for the first time.

"Hmm... It's really nice." Lily picked up the camera, not caring about the background, and suddenly took a photo of Catherine.

"Lily!"

Catherine took a step back and covered her face, feeling embarrassed.

Taking another step back, her nylon-clad legs rubbed against each other, giving her a comfortable yet awkward feeling.

"Kate, is this your first time wearing nylon stockings? Relax, you'll get used to it soon." Ada walked over.

"Thanks, Ada."

"But nylon stockings do look better than tights. Maybe we can sell our nylon stockings to the gymnastics club." Lily circled around Catherine and took a few more photos.

"I think we can really start a fashion design company. Hey, girls, it might be really good. We have two models right here!"

Lisa said enthusiastically.

"Maybe we need a professional studio to take professional photos, Lily, can you help with that?"

Jenny said while taking notes.

"But my father is in Europe... Maybe I should call him."

"We also need some employees; we don't know anything about this." Ada said.

"Right, let's go recruit some help!"

So, the girls took action.

Lily was in charge of finding a studio, Lisa continued designing mini skirts, after all, they needed more than one product if they were really going to open a store.

Jenny and Ada started recruiting, they needed someone to help manage the company.

On the weekend, Catherine took Jenny and Ada back to New York, partly because Catherine had to go to class, and partly to recruit. They rented a hotel room and used it as an office.

After helping Ada and the others set up, Catherine hurried to the Lincoln Center.

Catherine's body was excellent, and in the eyes of her teacher at SAB, she was a very promising student to become a professional ballet dancer, so they had high hopes for her and were extremely strict with her.

"Kate, straighten your leg." Ms. Joy—despite Catherine's urge to complain, it was indeed a common Western name—reached out and pressed Catherine's leg straight.

Catherine had been busy all day and was already very tired, but she still tried to stay focused.

In her view, if she was going to learn ballet, she had to do it well.

At that moment, Catherine was holding the bar with both hands, her right leg extended upward from behind, her legs forming a 180-degree angle, but the movement was a bit unrefined. Ms. Joy's left hand grabbed Catherine's left heel, and her right hand pressed down on Catherine's right leg.

Catherine's face suddenly turned red.

"What's wrong, Kate? You seem off today."

"Nothing, I just woke up a bit early today."

Catherine replied half-heartedly.

What... is going on?!

Damn it!

Catherine cursed inwardly.

When Ms. Joy's hand approached her thigh, she felt a warm current surge through her body.

She took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

The training session passed in a daze.

That evening, Catherine didn't go home but went to the hotel.

"How did it go?"

"A few people came, but they left after seeing us two." Ada shrugged.

Indeed, what could a few middle school girls do to recruit?

"I'll go home first; maybe my father can help."

Bruce is an engineer, so he might have some ideas.

But when she got home, she found that her father had gone to the company because of an emergency. This seemed to be related to Bruce's promotion, so he was temporarily unavailable.

"Oh, God."

Catherine sighed; this was really a complicated situation.

She was already frustrated, sighed deeply, and then went into the bathroom.

Soaking in the bathtub, Catherine gradually calmed down.

"Today..."

Once she calmed down, she wanted to think about the fashion company, but she couldn't find a way in. Instead, another thought rose in her mind, about the practice...

"That feeling..."

She stood up from the bathtub and went to the mirror.

Her skin was very good, smooth all over. Because she hadn't developed yet, the area below was also smooth, with only a faint line visible.

Her sinful hand reached out.

"That's a woman's feeling..."

Suddenly, countless scenes from romance movies she had seen in her past life, where the female leads couldn't resist the males, and the unsettling novels came to mind...

"Yay!"

Suddenly, cheers came from outside.

"Emma! Come, give me a kiss~"

"Bruce, be serious!" The last sentence was very soft: "Kate is taking a shower."

"Oh, I got a promotion, I'm now an assistant manager. God, maybe we should go on a trip this Christmas. Where should we go? Oh, Seattle, you've always wanted to go there, right?"

Listening to their conversation, Catherine's heart burned.

Seattle?

Catherine seemed to remember something.

Seattle in 1960... something seemed to be there?

But what was it?

Catherine vaguely remembered it might be related to Edison, or something connected to Edison.

However, now wasn't the time to think about that. Since her father was back, things would be easier.

"Dad, I want to ask you something."

After taking a shower, Catherine came out of the room.

But at that moment, the phone rang, and Emma went to answer it.

"Hello... Kate, your classmate is looking for you."

Catherine, who was about to ask for help, heard the phone and walked over.

"Hello, this is Catherine." This was the standard way to answer the phone. Catherine found it a bit annoying that Americans answered the phone this way; why couldn't they just speak as if they were face-to-face? The "this-is, that-is" format sometimes really bothered her.

"Oh, Kate, it's Lily. I've found a studio. My father's friend is willing to help; he's a photographer and is also interested in our company. He wants to join us. Maybe we can ask him for help?"