A Crazy Night Novel

Chapter 233 The First Order

Christina arched a brow at Gwyneth and challenged, “You’re welcome to find another designer if you don’t

trust me.”

Christina would never jeopardize her reputation by putting out a subpar design.

“Well, I’m not in a rush, and I’m sure you’ll work on the design until I’m satisfied, yes?” came Gwyneth’s

response.

She had witnessed Christina’s talent in the past, or she would not have approached the latter.

Plus, I can’t find a better designer now…

Christina replied, “Then don’t fret about it. I feel obligated to remind you, though, that the design is going to take some time.”

The process of designing a dress did not merely stop at the sketching stage. After rounds of editing and the client’s stamp of approval, there was still the final step of sewing the dress from scratch.

Back when she still worked for Radiant Corporation, Christina had always felt as though she was sacrificing quality for quantity.

Things were different now. She could nitpick at every aspect of the design until she was satisfied instead of leaving it to another department or colleague.

“I’m not in a rush.” Gwyneth surveyed the empty studio and added, “And since your studio just opened, I suppose I’m your only customer at the moment.”

Christina shot her a sheepish smile. In fact, there was still a pile of work to get through before her studio’s operations were in full swing.

Before she could utter a reply, Gwyneth smirked amusedly and offered, “If you need some extra publicity, I’m happy to shoot a couple of promotional photos for you. I’ll give you a discount.”

Delight flitted through Christina’s gaze. No wonder she’s such a popular celebrity.

Gwyneth’s shrewdness was impressive. Christina surmised that Gwyneth must have recognized her talents because of Coco’s dress and wanted to build a close working relationship with her.

Christina propped her jaw on one arm and muttered thoughtfully, “As you know, my studio just opened. There’s still a pile of expenses to get through… Coco actually offered to let me take her photos for free.”

“Coco can hardly be considered in the same tier as me, can she?”

The retort masked Gwyneth’s panic and frustration at the mere possibility of someone else swiping her accolades and popularity in the film industry.

Still, she had her pride and would not admit defeat so easily.

I’m

experienced since you’ve been in the industry longer than her,”

Gwyneth was in excellent spirits as she left the studio.

shots for free if you

had snagged herself a

information. She was

her first order.

her company’s

morning glued to her computer and got the social media channels set up. It was now time

create some content.

capture public attention

she worked at Radiant Corporation. While photos of

to put out some original designs as showpieces for

she began sketching

snapped her out

answered the phone absent–mindedly. A woman’s gentle voice drifted over the receiver. “Hello, is

Come over for an interview when you’re

were in need of a good

right

wait for

up and texted the other party her studio’s address. After putting down

motivated to work because she was creating

of exquisite evening gown sketches materialized on her desk that night. The colors and cutting of each design were flawless; the gowns

muscles just as the

woman in casualwear. The visitor did

asked, “Hello, I’m Rayne Maguire. I called earlier about the assistant job. Are

boss by someone for the first time. Christina chose not to dwell on

Rayne handed some documents

realized the applicant had a wealth of

thousand after probation. However, you won’t be able to

I never got public holidays off at my old

were no red flags that Christina could see, and a permanent hire still hinged on

right. Thank you,

confirming

thought her entrepreneurial career had

receive as many visitors as

floral fragrance filled the studio then. Christina looked up and saw a tall figure entering

dressed in a black suit and looking as bewitching as ever. With his dark gaze, a cross–shaped earring on his right earlobe, and a bouquet of blood–red roses in his hand, he looked like a