Summerfield Exhibition Centre.
This was where the annual Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest took place.
Rosemary parked her car in the lot outside the centre and headed for the front entrance to find Molly.
The centre was decked out with contest flags and banners, inside and out. It had the whole contest vibe going on.
There were a lot of contestants on that day, a bunch of journalists were waiting by the door, ready to snap a pic as soon as they spot a famous designer.
Molly was standing alone in a corner. As soon as she saw Rosemary, she waved, "Ms. Rose, over here!"
Rosemary walked over light–footed, exuding a cool aura, "Just call me Rosemary, I'm your assistant today."
"Okay." Molly nodded quickly. "Have you had breakfast?"
"Had it "
"Why haven't you bandaged your hand?" Molly saw the bruise on her right wrist and quickly rummaged through her backpack, "Let me bandage that for you, I just bought some gauze and ointment on the way."
"No need."
