My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1539 If You Have Not Gained Any Weight

Ignoring Quincey's displeased expression, Johanna gently reminded, “You need to be at the mall before ten o'clock, Ms. Hartwell. Any time wasted now is your own.”

Quincey sat down at the dressing table and allowed Denise to help with her makeup. However, her gaze kept darting toward Johanna.

She asked, “How long has your studio been open?”

“We officially opened for business this Tuesday.”

“It's only been three days?” Quincey snorted coldly. “I've signed a collaboration contract with Mr. Laird's styling studio. He's responsible for all my event makeup and styling, including this time. But Mr. Cabot asked you to do it for me instead. What's your relationship with him that he holds you in such high regard?”

Taking out the formal attire from the suitcase, Johanna hung it up on the rack. Her expression remained unruffled. “I'm the chief stylist for Genevieve Orsi, and Ms. Rachford is on good terms with Mr. Cabot.”

“If so, Mr. Cabot should be doing Ms. Rachford a favor instead,” retorted Quincey.

At her aggressive demeanor, Johanna flashed her a faint smile. “Because Ms. Rachford is my best friend, Mr. Cabot especially showed his support when I established a studio.”

Quincey knew Genevieve's brother was the head of Specter Corporation, Cooper. However, she never expected Johanna to be Genevieve's best friend.

For a moment, she felt a pang of bitterness and jealousy within her. She pulled a long face and fell silent.

After her makeup and hair were done, Quincey took the formal attire and went to the walk-in closet to change. Less than two minutes later, she came back out. “What kind of formal attire did you prepare for me? I can't even zip it up.”

Johanna went into the walk-in closet to check on her, only to discover that the zipper on the back of the formal attire was stuck halfway. In an instant, understanding dawned upon her. “You've gained weight.”

Female celebrities hated being told they had gained weight. Quincey was no exception. As soon as she heard that, her expression changed. “I'd been filming on set these past few days and had no meat in my meals. It's clear that you didn't put any effort into preparing the formal attire!”

Johanna countered calmly, “My assistant spoke with your agent over the phone last night, and she said you weighed eighty-nine pounds. This silk formal attire looks best when it fits snugly. I've altered the waistline, so it won't fit even if the wearer is only an extra pound heavier. Weigh yourself. If you haven't gained any weight, I'll apologize to you.”

Johanna pointed to the weighing scale on the carpet.

Usually, stylists always flattered Quincey. Even if there were problems with the formal attire, they would take the blame upon themselves. Unexpectedly, Johanna bluntly told her she had gained weight, making it her own issue.

Ironically, Quincey had indeed snuck a few suppers. She could not refute it, but her face turned as black as thunder.

Johanna said, “I'll get you a new formal attire.”

She prepared two sets of formal attire. One was a silk blue dress with spaghetti straps that accentuated one's waist since it was body-fitting. The other was an off-shoulder crescent white mermaid dress whose waistline she did not alter.

Quincey was too proud to admit that the reason she could not fit into the formal attire was that she had gained weight.

With a cold expression, she said, “I'll stick with this one, even if it means not drinking any water in the morning.”

“No way,” Johanna objected. “If I zip it up, it'll burst open when you walk. I don't want to ruin my reputation.”