Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 78 The Perfect Sweet Man

Abigail was instantly convinced by Luna's words and stopped overthinking. After finishing the pattern in the morning, she needed to bring it to Joan. Since Joan was the designated model, it was essential to confirm the measurements of the pattern with her. After lunch, she carried the pattern

and went to find her.

When Abigail arrived at Joan's room, she realized she was not there. Upon inquiring, she found out that Joan and several other designers and models were in the garden downstairs. Hence, she went

to the garden, still carrying the pattern.

When Joan saw her, she greeted her with a smile. "Why did you bring that, Miss Quinn?"

"You're the model, so I need your help to check if the pattern fits," Abigail calmly replied.

At that moment, Joan was sitting in a garden chair, holding a beautiful fan and gently swaying it. "I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of a photoshoot right now. Can you wait for a while?"

Other designers and models were nearby, some watching the scene and others mocking.

Abigail walked up to her, exuding an imposing aura as she looked at Joan. "Miss Smith needs you to confirm the measurements for the pattern before she starts making the sample. Give me ten minutes, and I can confirm everything."

Joan spoke with a slightly impatient tone, "Listen.

you wanted to confirm measurements, you should've notified me in advance.

not the only

of soda?" Joan said, picking up her phone to take a selfie. Nina chimed in, "Oh, by the way,

you cooperate?" Abigail asked Joan

the upper hand, she did not feel the satisfaction of winning over Abigail. Instead, she felt that this

the soda and handed it to

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at her coldly, she asked, "Who are you to me? Do I have to serve you?" Instantly, Nina's face turned

waved to Abigail with a smile as sweet

finished measuring the sleeves, Joan shook her fan and said, "How about we go to the pavilion over there? It's really hot here, and I don't want my makeup to melt." Without waiting for Abigail to express her opinion, she

looked at Abigail with a triumphant expression and followed Joan. After walking a distance, Joan stopped and told Abigail, "By the way, move the chairs from over there, will you? After that, get me some fruit and ice cream. Let's continue when it cools down. I don't want to break a sweat and smudge the lines on

a

something? Designers were not allowed to use their

beside her. "Let me help you. If you don't

him, her expression cold. "Aren't you afraid your designer will be mad at you for

with her work. Don't worry," he replied. As they