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.

reason I’m

more experienced since you’ve been

as she

free if you want me on

Christina had snagged herself

the information. She was grateful to Gwyneth for the celebrity’s support

her first order.

registered her company’s official website and Twitter

morning glued to her computer and got the social media

create some content.

to capture

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

to put out some original designs as

she began sketching furiously at

phone call in the evening snapped her

drifted over the receiver. “Hello, is your studio

Let me send you the address. Come over for an interview when you’re

looked up and appraised her messy studio. The floorboards were in need

can come right

for you in the

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

because she

The colors and cutting of each design were flawless; the gowns

stretched out her sore muscles just

to a slim, tall woman in casualwear. The visitor did not appear dressed for an

Maguire. I called earlier about the assistant job. Are

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

it is.” Rayne handed some

résumé and realized the applicant

you won’t be

never got public holidays off at my old

Christina could see, and a permanent hire still hinged on Rayne’s work performance. She declared, “Great.

Thank you,

left shortly after confirming several details about the

her entrepreneurial career had been off to

expected to receive as many visitors as

the studio then. Christina looked

as ever. With his dark gaze, a cross–shaped earring on his right