In My Desperate Time

No!

I roar in my hear.

However, I can’t decide here.

Steven Song glances up at them and says, “as you like.”

Doesn't Steven Song see me winking at him? With his temper that desire to stir up trouble, I really doubt if he did it on purpose.

“Does Mr. Song have any comment on the products of this show?”

This woman talks about the show yesterday straight forward.

“No. There were several clothes yesterday, all of which are designed by Miss Jordan, right? Very nice.” Steven Song replies with a smile.

Miss Jordan?

And she is a famous designer.

There is only one person I know, Whitney Jordan.

Nicole Snow is well known nationally but also internationally. But there’s still a gap between her and Whitney Jordan's. Whitney Jordan comes from a very good family, with the excellent resources and the enviable conditions.

So sometimes, people need more than just talents. Some have won at the starting line.

“Yes. But the lady sitting next to you doesn't seem very pleased with my work.”

Then, Whitney Jordan's eyes fall on me.

I feel awkward.

dress I commented yesterday is designed by Whitney Jordan. She didn't mess up with

I'm a little nervous.

at Frances Louis, who is sitting there

so mentally strong. I talk to his wife face to face, and

take a deep breath and smile at Whitney

saying Miss Jordan's works aren’t good, it's just that different people have

know if my explanation

moment. Her face looks not good. It takes a long time for her to relieve. Then she gives me a gentle

card. If you have any questions about my work, you can always come and tell me.” She hands me a card and,

take her card and

say something like this. But it's not surprising, because the lady of a rich and powerful family

glances at me and says, “You cannot deny all just because

Louis’s words make me

have in common, it's

don’t want to

buy it and leaves

already awkward atmosphere

Louis doesn’t care and continues to eat his

All I could think about is what Whitney Jordan would do to me if my

Song has just finished breakfast when the organizers calls. They want him to go over and talk

an uneasy look

you want, Frances Louis?!” I look at him and whisper the words

eyes and wipes

don’t you tell me you have wife?” I wanted to ask him this question yesterday,