Chapter 284
No.1
She wore a delicate avocado green mini dress.
The chiffon sleeves added a soft, ethereal touch.
The color was incredibly fresh and summery.
Paired with a high top-knot bun, the entire look screamed youthful innocence.
Even the head designer was impressed.
“The top model truly lives up to her title.”
“You’ve perfectly captured the essence of this dress.”
The mood shifted noticeably the moment Isabella stepped out.
A few frowns appeared among the staff.
No.2
Her outfit consisted of a long-sleeved chiffon jacket paired with wide-legged trousers that pooled around her heels.
Despite the lightweight fabric, the overall impression was one of heat and suffocation.
The head designer scoffed, unable to hide his disapproval.
“Who on earth decided a red collection was suitable for summer?”
“It’s a complete waste of Guci’s resources.”
His colleague remained silent, offering only a deep sigh.
In theory, summer could be both refreshing and vibrant.
But she had forgotten how a warm color like red could create such a stifling visual effect.
Victoria glanced at Isabella, her eyes gleaming with hidden triumph.
No.3
The Crimson Blaze collection was clearly better suited for autumn.
Releasing it in summer was a commercial death sentence.
No one would buy these clothes, no matter how good the photos turned out.
“Sister, I’m starting my shoot now,” Victoria said sweetly.
“Good luck with yours.”
Her words dripped with false sincerity, her true meaning clear.
Isabella ignored her completely and walked directly toward the photographer.
Designer Colette Duvall hurried after her, her face etched with worry.
“This collection might… cause some problems for you.”
No.4
“Are you absolutely sure you’re comfortable with it?”
“We haven’t even begun,” Isabella replied, her voice calm and confident.
“How can you be so sure we’ll fail?”
“A designer who lacks faith in her own creations will never succeed.”
Isabella studied her reflection in the mirror.
The craftsmanship of the garment was truly exceptional.
The materials were luxurious and of the highest quality.
The elegant cut gave her a regal, resplendent aura.
The delicate, see-through lace edging on the sleeves offered a subtle glimpse of skin.
No.5
It was a refreshing and unique detail.
Yet, something still felt missing…
“I can help you win this,” Isabella stated calmly.
“But I need you to trust me to make a few alterations.”
Before anyone could react, she picked up a pair of scissors from a nearby table.
She began to cut the fabric.
The entire photoshoot team stared in stunned silence.
Designer Colette Duvall looked utterly horrified.
She felt as if her heart were being shredded alongside the fabric.
No.6
These were her creations.
Each piece represented countless hours of painstaking work, blood, sweat, and tears.
And now Isabella Montgomery was casually cutting them apart.
Designer Colette Duvall had hoped the audience would still appreciate the artistic vision behind her creation, even if it wasn't the most innovative summer collection. She would've been content if just a handful of people connected with her pieces. Yet Isabella Montgomery was ruthlessly cutting apart her work! That garment was being destroyed right before her eyes!
The manager shifted uncomfortably. Isabella might be the diamond-clad boss, but she was currently representing Guci as their endorsement model. How could she vandalize Guci's specially designed clothing?
Isabella straightened her posture and discarded the excess fabric with a flick of her scissors. Instantly, everyone gasped in astonishment. The originally voluminous outfit transformed into a high-waisted masterpiece under her precise alterations.
Colette's initial heartache melted into emotional tears of joy. Her collection aimed for ethereal, free-flowing red garments, hence the long sleeves and trouser legs. Yet in her creative process, she had overlooked incorporating true elegance and visual appeal.
Witnessing Isabella's modifications, the clothes achieved greater fluidity and otherworldly beauty within minutes. Overcome with emotion, Colette exclaimed, "It's flawless! Absolutely perfect! Isabella, you're nothing short of genius!"
Maintaining her composed demeanor, Isabella moved to the center of the set. "Let's begin," she stated calmly.
No.7
The photographer shook himself from his daze and began working. Unlike most models who needed constant direction, Isabella transitioned seamlessly between poses. She held each position for precisely the right duration—just long enough for perfect shots before shifting stances.
Isabella understood the garments better than their creator. She simulated walking, making the wide trousers flutter dramatically. She raised a hand to touch her hair, showcasing the lace-edged sleeves perfectly. She sat at an angle with slightly bent knees, revealing glimpses of her shapely legs.
Every pose was exquisitely crafted. Breathtakingly beautiful! All thirty-two outfits underwent Isabella's transformative vision, producing spectacular results through the lens. Colette felt tears of gratitude welling up. She knew this collection would break sales records.
The shoot continued until late afternoon. An assistant approached Isabella. "Please take a moment to rest. Once Miss Victoria finishes her session, we'll proceed with the joint photoshoot. That will conclude today's work."
Isabella settled in the lounge, sipping the provided refreshments. Gabriella Martinez glanced her way and couldn't suppress a mocking laugh. "Finished already? The photographer must've been dissatisfied with you. You should learn from your sister—she's performing exceptionally. Her photographer can't stop shooting, hence their extended session."
"Why would I need to learn inferior modeling techniques from her?" Isabella retorted humorlessly.
Gabriella froze, words catching in her throat. 'Damn that Isabella!' she seethed internally.
Just then, Victoria concluded her photoshoot. Gabriella rushed to her side, escorting her to the lounge. Junior assistants immediately attended to Victoria—one serving an iced drink, another massaging her shoulders. She embodied refined elegance like royalty.
Meanwhile, Isabella sat alone. Victoria seized the opportunity. "Sister, why didn't you bring assistants? Ronnie, go help massage my sister's shoulders. Don't worry about me."