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.

I’m here buttering Christina

since you’ve been

Gwyneth was in excellent spirits as she left the

for free if you want

Christina had snagged herself

was grateful

her first order.

she registered her company’s official

computer and got the social

create some content.

alone would struggle to capture public attention without any

she worked at Radiant Corporation. While photos of Coco’s dress were a viable option, the

some original designs

her soon enough, and she

phone call in the evening snapped her out of her work–induced

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

the address. Come over for an interview when

were in need of a good scrubbing. I really need

right now,”

I’ll wait for you in the

address. After putting down her phone, she promptly returned her attention to her draft

exceptionally motivated to work because she

and cutting of each design were flawless; the gowns were gorgeous enough for a major runway

sore muscles just as the

woman in casualwear. The visitor did not appear dressed

I called earlier about the assistant job.

time. Christina chose not to dwell on that and replied, “Yes.

it is.” Rayne handed

realized the applicant had a wealth of experience in

However, you won’t be able to take most. public holidays off. Is that

course. I never got public holidays off at my old jobs,”

were no red flags that Christina could see, and a permanent hire still hinged on Rayne’s work performance.

Thank you,

confirming several details

career had been off

she never expected to receive as many visitors

Christina looked up and saw a tall figure entering through

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