A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Arielle opened her mouth, about to apologize, when her assistant spoke. “I’m sorry, Ms. Serena. Ms. Moore isn’t the one at fault. There was a car accident earlier, so we were trapped in the traffic for quite a while. If not for it, we would’ve arrived half an hour earlier.” However, Serena refused to accept the explanation. Instead, she uttered, “Then you should’ve left earlier. I’m sure you wouldn’t be late if you were to leave your place an hour earlier, right?”

The assistant, Iris, froze. She never thought the person in charge would be such a difficult person to deal with. Just as she was about to continue her explanation, Arielle reached out her hand to stop her. With a solemn expression, Arielle said, “Ms. Serena, regardless of everything. It’s wrong of me to have been late. Let me apologize to you and the rest of the staff.” “Do you think an apology would be sufficient? Have you watched any shows? Do you think apologies can salvage everything? If you killed a man, do you think an apology would bring him back to life?”

At that, Arielle creased her forehead. By now, she knew the other woman was just picking a bone with her. Taking in a subtle deep breath, Arielle said, “Then I’ll be responsible for this. I’ll do my best to speed up the shooting later. However, if we still spend more time than we’ve planned to at the outdoor shooting, I’ll pay the extra.” Serena burst out laughing. “Ms. Moore, are you being serious? As far as I know, you have zero filming experience.

you only lived in a small village. Do you know what filming is? Filming isn’t the same as taking photos. You need to meld with the environment, the clothes, and the theme…” Arielle interrupted, “Ms. Serena, if you

look forward to your shooting, then.” Instead of answering her, Arielle headed to the dressing room to change her clothes. The first set of costumes was Soir Coffee’s employee outfit. It was dark blue with a chef’s hat. Anyone else would look like an ordinary coffee shop employee in that outfit, but Arielle looked gorgeous in it. It was as if she was born for fashion; any clothing fitted her well. No matter what she wore, others could not tear their

Arielle smiled but said nothing to that. She had once been a model on an international catwalk, but she had been wearing a mask back then. However, upon walking

think that Arielle was unworthy of being Soir Coffee’s ambassador. The