Chapter 67


    Designer Bmitey had hoped people would still see the


    beauty in her design, though it was not refreshing


    enough for the summer. It would have made Bmitey


    happy if just a few liked her pieces, yet Charmine was


    snipping off at her work! That piece of clothing was


    destroyed just like that!


    The manager looked a little ufortable as well.


    Charmine might be the boss with diamonds, but she—


    at this moment—was the endorsement model for


    Guci. How could she destroy Guci’s specially crafted


    clothes?


    At that moment, Charmine straightened her body and


    tossed the excess fabric aside with the scissors. In an


    instant, everyone stared in surprise as their jaws


    dropped. The outfit that was originally long and


    expansive became a high-waisted outfit after


    Charmine’s alteration.


    The altered clothing showed off Charmine’s slender


    and sexy waist. The long, wide pant legs of the outfit


    were slit up the side; her elegant long legs would be


    exposed with just a gentle breeze. It was like a tease.


    The original outfit was loose and baggy, yet it was


    transformed into a much more refreshing piece. It


    even gave off an unspoken sense of coquettish


    beauty.


    Designer Bmitey’s momentary heartache turned into


    emotional happy tears. She had intended her


    collection to be ethereal, free-flowing red clothes,


    which was why she designed the long trouser legs


    and included the long sleeves. However, in her


    moment of inspiration, she had forgotten to include


    elegance and eye-pleasing beauty in her designs.


    Seeing Charmine’s alterations, the clothes looked


    even more free-flowing and ethereal in such a short


    time that she was astounded. Overwhelmed with


    emotions, Bmitey gushed, ” It’s perfect! Absolutely


    perfect! Charmine, you’re truly a genius!”


    Charmine kept her calm and serious demeanor a s


    she walked to the center of the set and said, ” Let’s


    begin.”


    The photographer snapped out of it and started his


    task. Most models always required him to prompt


    them so they could change poses, but Charmine


    skillfully shifted from pose to pose, holding them for


    the perfect amount of time. She held each pose for a


    couple of seconds, just enough time for the


    photographer to get his shot before she changed her


    stance.


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    than the designer herself: She pretended t o walk,


    allowing the wide trouser legs to flutter freely in the


    wind; she lifted her hand to touch her hair, theceedged


    sleeves of her top showcased well; she sat at an


    angle with her legs slightly bent, her white and long


    shapely legs revealed in the process. 1


    Each and every pose was exquisitely beautiful.


    Astoundingly beautiful! All 32 sets of outfits—each


    altered to Charmine’s specifications under her


    masterful eye—showed amazing results on the


    camera. Designer Bmitey was so overwhelmed that


    she could cry. She had a good feeling her collection


    would sell well this time!


    The shoot went on untilte in the afternoon. ” Have


    a moment to rest,” said the assistant to Charmine.


    “Once Miss Tiffany is done with her photoshoot, you


    guys can take your joint photoshoot. It’s a wrap after


    that.”


    Charmine sat in the lounge, enjoying the drinks that


    they provided. Veronica swept a nce at her and


    could not stop herself fromughing. “0 h, you’re


    done with your shoot so quickly? The photographer


    must’ve been dissatisfied with you. You need to learn


    from your sister; she did s o well. Her photographer


    can’t bear to put his camera down, which is why their


    shoot is still ongoing.” 1


    “Why would I want to learn lousy modeling skills


    from her?” Charmine asked humorlessly.


    Veronica froze when she heard that; she felt her voice


    was lodged in her throat. ‘This damned Charmine!’


    she rebuked internally.


    At that moment, Tiffany was done with her


    photoshoot, and Veronica rushed to her side and


    walked her to the lounge to have a seat. One of the


    junior assistants came to serve her an iced drink


    while another started to massage her shoulders. She


    was like a noble princess; her entire being reflected a


    sense of refinement and elegance. 1


    On the other hand, there was no one by Charmine’s


    side. Tiffany took this opportunity and said, “Sister,


    why didn’t you bring any assistants? Ronnie, go and


    help massage my sister’s shoulders. Don’t worry


    about me.”


    “Yes, Miss,” came Ronnie’s dutiful reply as she walked


    towards Charmine.