Ariana sneered at him and then shrugged. She stepped forward and looked at Brielle from head to toe. Afterward, she tut-tutted with displeasure. “The designer is a minimalist artist. You are dressed like a Christmas tree. Can’t you see that it just doesn’t make sense?”

Brielle rolled her eyes and uttered sarcastically, “What do you know about fashion? It’s called contrast. You know, the products are not eye- catching already. If I wear some plain clothes like I’m attending a funeral, the target audience won’t spare the commercial a second glance, let alone buy the trashy products.”

The couple was in sync. They didn’t see anything wrong with the outfit.

Ariana felt the urge to explain to them. But then, she remembered that they were blockheads. She turned to look at the designer-Ivan Russo, who had been standing aside. She thought about how best to explain the current situation to him. “Well-“

“Don’t bother yourself, miss. I actually understand your language,” Ivan piped up in Italian.

Ariana’s jaw dropped. That meant he heard Brielle’s disparaging remarks about his designs.

to his lips.

two smiled at each other. Then Ivan

to change the model for

Brielle would lose the deal and her career would suffer a major setback even before it

the offer politely. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m an agent here, not

You are very beautiful. With a look of regret, Ivan continued, “Your physical appearance and temperament are just what I need in a model for this commercial

and commented, “I love your designs. They are unique. I can see that you combined traditional and modern aesthetics to make them. I must say that

that only a designer who knew his onions could make a compromise between his

of work and make several revisions just to put

looked simple to others, Ariana knew that it must have cost

card and handed it to her. “Here’s my card. I’m glad I met an understanding and insightful person like you. As they say,

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