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."

furrowed brows, Joan spoke with a slightly impatient tone, "Listen. My schedule

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

the only important

take you?" Abigail asked indifferently, for she did not want to argue with her. "I'm a bit thirsty. Can you fetch me a can of soda?" Joan said, picking up her phone to take a selfie. Nina chimed in, "Oh, by the way, Miss

I get it, will you

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

Abigail brought the soda and handed it to Joan. "Drink this, then come for

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my ice cream?" asked

looked at her coldly, she asked, "Who are you to

sip of her soda, Joan stood up. Despite her displeasure, she waved

brought the pattern before Joan and began taking measurements. However, as soon as she 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,

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

in the middle of a live stream, Abigail dared not let her guard

to something? Designers were not allowed to use their phones, but models could freely

contemplated, Victor's voice sounded beside her. "Let me help you. If you don't comply today, Joan

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

does, I won't cooperate with her work. Don't worry," he