Chapter 34
Fannie Santos: “I’m good friends with the internationally renowned designer Tina. I can introduce her to
you.”
Tina?
The clumsiest apprentice? What’s there to be proud of?
How Tina would be friends with a hypocrite like Fannie.
Astrid Irvine nced at her own clothes, furrowed her brow, and impatiently said, “I have my own
dress.”
“You have your own dress? It’s not some knockoff, is it? If you’re short on cash, just let me know, I can
lend you some.” Fannie kept bringing up knockoffs, leaving Astrid speechless. She really gave her a
headache. Was it a vision problem or a mental problem in high school? How could she be friends with
someone like that?
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Astrid paid no attention to Fannie and kept ying with her phone. Fannie felt bored and wanted to
leave after a while, but a staff member suddenly rushed over in a panic and said, “Ms Irvine, someone
is looking for you.”
Astrid was taken aback. Why was this girl so flustered.
Before she could react, a group of people walked in, carrying designer dresses from international
luxury brands.
A total of ten styles filled the entire lounge.
Tina was wearing a form–fitting red dress, swaying her waist as she walked, exuding charm.
Upon seeing Tina, Fannie immediately approached her enthusiastically, saying, “Darling, it’s been
ages. I’ve really missed you.”
“Ms. Santos, do we know each other well?” Tina looked at this enthusiastic woman with a hint of
confusion, her face filled with indifference.
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Fannie’s face stiffened, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Before Astrid could decide, Tina pointed to a pink dress and said, “Ms Irvine, I think this one suits you
well, it perfectly matches your beauty.” Astrid furrowed her brow, not hiding her displeasure on her face.
“It’s too pink, and the skirt looks so cliché.”
Tina’s reaction undoubtedly made Fannie feel embarrassed, especially since she had just told Astrid
that they were good friends…
Tina nced at the woman in front of her and bypassed her directly, briskly walking up to Astrid. Her
haughty expression instantly turned into admiration. “Ms. Irvine, wasn’t sure what style you like, so I
brought various styles for you to try.”
Tina held her phone, showing a video. In the video, there was an old man fishing and Robb Brooke.
They were engaged in a childish bet, which was to see the dress Astrid chooses was selected by which
of them.
Tina silently wiped away some sweat. Cliché?
This dress was actually the best–selling one, and the chief designer of this brand was Astrid herself.
Was she calling her own design cliché??? Tina asked, “How about this ck one? It’s both elegant and
entuates your figure!”
Astrid pinched the fabric of that dress with her fingers. “Isn’t the fabric of this dress too hot? I really
don’t know who chose this material, it’s awful.”
Robb on the other end of the video involuntarily furrowed his brow, clearly feeling hurt.
“What about this dress?” Tina asked.
Astrid looked at the red dress with green ents that Tina was pointing at and disyed disgust on
her face. “This one is probably the ugliest!”
The old man on the other end of the video, upon hearing this, angrily put down his fishing rod and
rebuked loudly, “Star, where is your sense of aesthetics? The set I picked is obviously the most
beautiful, isn’t it?!”
Unfortunately, the video was muted, and Astridpletely missed the old man’s reproach.
Tina and Astrid took their time to choose their dresses,pletely ignoring the other two people in the
room.
Fannie just sat there and watched those dresses. She felt embarrassed and ashamed.
Some of those dresses were styles she particrly liked, but because they were globally limited
editions, she had gone to great lengths but was unable to obtain them. Now, these high–end custom
dresses were casually disyed, left for Astrid to choose.
Astrid even looked down on them…
What shocked her the most was that the aloof chief designer Tina was actually humbling herself to
please Astrid?! Astrid must have been kept by some wealthy person, otherwise, how could she enjoy
such treatment!
Just then, there was a knock on the door, “Knock, knock, knock.”
“Come in!” Astrid was busy choosing dresses and didn’t even raise her head.
The door opened, and as soon as Fannie looked up, she saw the face she had been longing for day
and night..
Fannie stood up in confusion, her face flushed.
She never thought Elio Lampard woulde here. She liked this man, ever since the day she signed
with thepany. Over the years, she had been working hard to improve herself, hoping to be worthy
of him.
Despite dropping many hints, he remained indifferent.
This morning, she sent him a message, telling him it was her birthday today, thinking she wouldn’t
receive his reply as usual. But he showed up!
Seeing the exquisite gift box in Elio’s hand, Fannie’s heart started beating even faster. She walked up
to Elio and said shyly, “Mr Lampard, your presence alone has already made me very happy. No need
for gifts!”
Mr Elio?