In the dead of night on a moonlit night, the night is just beginning... Slender hands carefully placed a jet-black evening gown on the bed, before layering it with a Victorian-style lace shawl in a retro style. After struggling with it for a whole year, Nongnapat's Halloween collection was finally a success. She stepped back and looked at it from a distance, until she could feel that many elements were in perfect harmony.
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It was a scary outfit, like the costume of a ghost in a haunted castle. It was so realistic that a scent of creepiness wafted out and hit her nose. But even so, it was still not enough! Nongnapat came back in again. She used the sharp scissors in her hand to cut the fabric into strips! Stabbing without stopping! Slashing and tearing like an angry hellish animal! The violence in her heart, combined with the pent-up resentment, these two things combined to become the main cause that made someone like her act like this.
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"That's right... It has to be like this! It has to be like this!!... In the past, our designs have always lacked emotion. This time, I guarantee that I won't miss out! This year's young designer award will be ours!"
The lips bit tightly together, sweat dripped down her face. The result of missing out on awards many times, coupled with the fact that she was about to pass the age limit in her final year, it's no wonder that she was especially dedicated to this job.
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Nongnapat took out her phone to take pictures and save them. She skillfully uploaded the entire collection to social media. It didn't take long for each picture she uploaded to do its job. The response was unexpectedly good. The number of likes skyrocketed, even higher than the number of views of a new single by a national rock band. The number of shares was a torrential downpour. Meanwhile, the reviews were almost all good. Especially the pictures where she invested in wearing the clothes herself... there was only praise.
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"Sigh...!"
"What can I do? An unknown designer is like this. Where would I get the money to hire a model from a studio? I'll just wear it myself and take pictures myself! But it's getting too hot in this room. The work is all done. Let's open the window a bit. Because to be honest, this dress is hard to wear. Squeezing so tight that I can't breathe... Ouch... Huh!"
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The slender figure muttered to herself in her mind, pulling both sleeves down to spread across her shoulders. Such actions pulled the already wide collar of the shirt down until it revealed the soft, pressed white breasts. Even though there was lace to conceal it, it could not hide the white skin that shone through.
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In just a moment, she had become a seductress in the eyes of the audience. The more she tried to pose in difficult poses, spreading her legs and legs to show the meticulousness of the tailoring, the more excited the audience on the internet became. They even saved the file to their personal devices, while some people added a hashtag and shared it with their friends in the group to have fun, even though in reality, Nongnapat did not have such an intention!
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And while she was feeling anxious about the lustful and lustful outburst, Suddenly, there was a call from the phone. The caller was "Jum Sodrone", an important person who made Nongnapat forget about her headache a moment ago.
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"Hello... Hello, Sister Jum!"
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This Sister Jum was a judge for the young designer award last year and the owner of a famous clothing store that had rejected Nongnapat's job applications many times.
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"Did you see Pat's new collection on the internet?"
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/Uh... yes, I looked at it. Her skills have improved a lot! /
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"Really, Sister Jum!!! Or did you change your mind and accept Pat into your company? Did you accept? That's why you called Pat so late at night!?"
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/No way! Yes/
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"Oh my gosh....!"
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/Oh my gosh!!! You dare to say that, girl. Where did you get that kind of confidence from!/
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"Then, your sister came For what then...?"
The slender figure pulled a face, dipping her buttocks at the end of the bed, smirking.
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/Just a dress! Just a dress! Sis really likes the concept of the dress you wore. Can I buy it from your fashion house? If you really sell it, you'll probably reach a lot of teenagers. These days, not many people dare to play with high fashion. You're really good at daring to do it./
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Slapping her on the head and rubbing her back isn't enough. This kind of thing is not even enough to call it a blatant request. Where else would a designer sit there and not see her? The old saying goes, "When choosing a person, look at their face. When buying fabric, look at the texture." Since she praised her fabric quality, Nongnapat would like to exercise her right to choose who to choose without any hesitation!
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"Not for sale!"
She replied curtly.
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/What's wrong, little sister? Think carefully first. This is an opportunity for your work to shine in the industry. If you enter a contest, you'll probably win./
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"I won't sell it, Sister Jum." Pat will sell only when Pat has worked in my Soda Rogue dress shop. I know that if I sell it, we will modify it until it becomes our own copyright. Then Pat will not get anything."
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/No way!...No way! Sis guarantees that she wants it because it is beautiful and because you are talented, that's all. There is no background./
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"Sorry, Sister Jum, but Pat will not sell it. Pat knows a little about what this industry is like."
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The older woman, the effeminate man, was silent for a long time before she said briefly:
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/Tch..!/
/Then do as you wish!/
And then she hung up the phone.
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Nongnapat let out a long sigh, competing with the sound of the signal, "Toot-toot-toot" that was ringing in her ears. She threw the phone up onto the headboard and threw herself down on her beloved dress. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to think back to what she had done earlier, wondering if there was anything wrong. It was a shame about the money she would receive, but she was just a little girl who yearned for success by following her dreams. She didn't understand why fate liked to send selfish people to her.
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After a while, she finally sat up. Nongnapat changed her clothes and hung them on the clothesline, staring intently at the terrifying dress she was so proud of.
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"I'm sorry, Sister Jum, that I had to be rude to you."
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"Then I have to thank you very much. At least you are one of the few who truly appreciate what Pat does."
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"Umm…."
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"I hope you are too, "Miss Limone Beauduin."
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The image of a blonde woman appeared on the phone screen. Her face was sharp and beautiful in a European style. Her dark blue eyes and fair skin were covered with freckles. With the Champs-Élysées in the background in France, no one in the fashion industry did not know her. Everyone praised her as the world's number one designer. The business she oversaw covered more than 80% of the fashion business in Paris. It was so great that there were rumors that the direction of world fashion was determined by "Limone Beauduin."
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Guaranteed by winning the annual best fashion design awards from many institutes, as well as consistently appearing in famous fashion magazines, Mademoiselle Libone was a Parisian girl who was absolutely stunningly beautiful. Her tall and graceful body looked like it had come out of a display case at Lafayette. The only woman that Nongnapas regards as an idol! And the one who made her know the beauty of the fashion world!
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"I want you to see my work once, Limone. I want to hear from your mouth what my work is like."
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The slender hands continued to slide the screen. The pictures of her idols were categorized and separated very well. Whether it was pictures from when Limone was a child, when she was a student, and when she had just started working in the industry. Whenever she had the chance to look at these pictures, Nongnapas' heart swelled every time. It was like the whole world had stopped spinning along with the problems. It was like all the tiredness and exhaustion would disappear.
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"I know that my skills are not comparable to yours, but I will not give up. Even someone of your level had to fall and get back up for a long time before I got to this day."
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"I will fight for myself!"
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"Limone Beauduen, with the clothes I designed, one day I will definitely go to see you in France! "
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The phone screen went black, at the same time as the soft light from the bedside lamp slowed down. Nongnapat laid down again for the second time. It was funny when what made her close her eyes was a photo of someone far away in France.