Warning: My Mommy Is A Savage! By Seeking A Peaceful

Chapter 223

It was back 10 years ago when Charmine was just a 13-year-old. Known as the Jordan family’s adopted daughter, she was just in seventh grade when-under Tiffany’s influence-she fell in love with gothic fashion. While everyone dressed elegantly, she wore weird-looking clothes. She even went to school in wild and afro-textured hair, and she became everyone’s object of hatred despised especially the Jordans.

At the time, Tiffany merely assured her, “Charmine, you have to remember this: Everyone has the right to be unique and beautiful. Not everyone has to live like one another, and Julian likes you to be unique! Even if the entire family hates you, you still have us!”

Charmine was played for a fool under their wicked influence, and she even thought that her family did not understand her and did not support her hobbies and preference. During one of their fights, Charmine ran out of the house and bumped into D.K by chance.

D.K was – at that period -a mere local designer. His given name was Fumo Kingston, hailing from the Kingston family with over a hundred years of embroidery history. According to the legend, their ancestors had worked and served the royal family for a few generations. It was a pity that machines had replaced hand embroideries, and traditional clothes had been replaced by more modern clothes and designs.

Even though the Kingstons were gradually washed out of the trend, Fumo remained committed to the making of traditional wear. His girlfriend said he was too old-fashioned and stubborn, and she eventually broke up with him. It was their breakup that inspired him to merge modern designs with traditional ones, and it birthed elegant and exquisite gowns bridging traditions with the present.

D.K was his ex-girlfriend’s initials. Unfortunately, when he became less stubborn and old fashioned, his ex-girlfriend did not come back to him. After all, his girlfriend had sadly passed away the day she left him, due to a car accident…

when she’s in red. After her death, I made her a gown in her favorite shade of red and named it Phoenix, hoping

don’t have the courage to complete it. I’m afraid that

gut feeling my Phoenix could win, but I just can’t seem

it means that I’m about to leave this world, and

hard work. Do

heart. Yet, this memory was fresh in

on her, Charmine somehow felt Fumo’s story and understood it much more. Fumo’s devotion with his ex-girlfriend was

her death; no one would miss her

but Fumo’s raw passion and

gone up to eighty million. Everyone was throwing money left and right without understanding the gown’s

end, someone with a ‘KellyMillan’ username commented, (One

was staggered in