Chapter 175
Charmine turned her head and saw it was Amor Group’s founder and designer, McAmor
Houston.
An independent 25-year-old woman, McAmor Houston was from one of the prominent families in
Shelburne, and she founded her bridal business when she was just 16. With only nine years’ time, she
was able to make Amor Group the top bridal brand.
s, she was not the cream of the crop in the Houstons. That would be the eldest daughter, McKenzie.
Ranging fromnguages to arts, finance investment to even stitching or pottery, McKenzie was a jack-
of-all-trades. She was the golden girl.
It was also said that McKenzie was the Baileys’ approved daughter-inw, a match made in heaven
with Anthony.
Charmine’s heart went susceptible to jealousy when she thought of this.
“The makeup artist is already in the make up room waiting for you,” said McAmor, humbly yet nobly at
the same time.
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“Okay.” Charmine followed the assistant to the room located on the first floor.
There were various cosmetics products disyed on the dressing table while the wardrobe was filled
with different kinds of bridal gowns.
The room was slightly different from that one room five years ago, and this could mainly be the crux of
the matter if Charmine was to get the clue for the incident.
“Could you please share with me the photoshoot theme for today?” asked Charmine.
“Today is mainly on outfit-testing and styling,”exined the assistant, “and we’ll go with aid-back
themed photoshoot under the sunset setting. Tomorrow, we’ll do it during sunrise and vo, it’ll be a
wrap!”
“Alright,” said Charmine, and the team began to prep her for the day.
“Steep more of yourself in Ms. Jordan’s styling to fit in her strong charisma. She can definitely pull off
our outfit,”manded McAmor to the stylist.
Turning around to Charmine, McAmor continued, “Today’s theme is a little bit different. Guci is always
loud and vibrant, but today’s focuses on the fineness and beauty of the bridal gown. You’ll get yourself
prepared so that we won’t waste others’ time.”
McAmor was condescending yet concerned altogether. Deep down, McAmor was not a fan of
Charmine. To her, Charmine was an egomaniac who did not fit in with the gown theme at all.
Nheless, she had no choice but to have Charmine due to Charmine’s ranking as the hottest
celebrity in town. Everyone thought that having an arrogant artist in the bridal gown would definitely
create a buzz. That was why McAmor had to give in. 1
“No worries. I don’t usually take in projects I can’t handle. I’m more worried that i’d damage my
reputation by taking up your project,” mocked Charmine.
McAmor’s face was pulled down. She could not understand how an arrogant person like this could pull
off the gown’s elegance.
However, Charmine was always into her stride when she was at work, and that impressed the
rest.
Throughout the time, Charmine would either be resting on the rocking chair or fanning herself. She had
that incredibly delicate face, with long silky hair that hung above her waist like sh lightning. Her face
was like a perfectbyrinth that momentarily led everyone away from their troubles. Strolling around the
landscape, she was so beautiful that people would have made her into a national park if they got their
hands on her.
She was more reserved aspared to Tiffany.
Charmine was honest, unlike other pretentious celebrities; a woman who was cold as ice yet remained
soft and sweet like honey. She was an icon of maturity that transcended age. She looked so ethereal
that everyone could hardly take their eyes off of her.
It was meant to be a four-hour photoshoot, but it was done in two hours. Knowing that everything went
on smoothly, McAmor left the set.
Charmine was sitting sluggishly under a shade while waiting for the evening shoot.
“Ms. Jordan, wouldn’t you want to bring along a personal assistant?” someone asked out of curiosity.
Leaning on the rocking chair, she spoke, “What for?”