Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 67

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 uncomfortable 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.

Charmine knew how to present the clothes better

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, the laceedged

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 until late 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 glance at her and

could not stop herself from laughing. “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 Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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.