Let Me Stay The Night

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.

whole reason I’m here buttering Christina

right. You’re more experienced since you’ve been in

Gwyneth was in excellent spirits as

publicity shots for free if you want

had snagged herself a

hurriedly saved all the information. She was grateful to Gwyneth

her first order.

her company’s

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

create some content.

struggle to capture

of her past designs from when she worked at Radiant Corporation. While photos of Coco’s dress were a viable option, the material

decided to put out some original

struck her soon enough, and she began sketching furiously at

the evening snapped her out

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

Let me send you the address. Come over

studio. The floorboards were in need of a good scrubbing. I really need

right now,” replied

I’ll wait for you

putting down her phone, she promptly returned her attention to her

motivated to work because she

evening gown sketches materialized on her desk that night. The colors and cutting

her sore muscles just

a slim, tall woman in casualwear. The

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

felt odd being called a boss by someone for the first time. Christina chose not to dwell on that and

it is.” Rayne handed some

the applicant had a

salary will be ten thousand after probation. However, you won’t

got public holidays off at my old jobs,”

a permanent hire still hinged on Rayne’s work performance. She declared, “Great. You can start

Thank

left shortly after confirming several details about the

career had been off to a good

never expected to receive as many visitors as she

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

studio, 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 vampire prince straight out of a