The agent reacted. He thought the girl was Abby's fan who sneaked in. With a wrinkled brow, he shouted at the assistants again, "how did an unrelated person find here? Tell her to leave. Where're the guards?"
The girl took a deep breath and said, "I think I can persuade Abby to put on this dress."
The agent stayed for a mont and then laughed with anger, "Miss, please don't make the ss worse. We have no ti joking with you!"
"Anyway, you have no other way now, why don't you let try?" The girl knew that the agent did not believe in herself. She folded her arms and said slowly.
Maybe the agent was shocked by the girl's determination or really desperate; he paused and asked, "how can you do it?"
The girl glanced at the blue dress held by an assistant, walked to the assistant, and took the dress from her. Then she took out a pair of Gingher designer scissors, squatted down, and began cutting.
The agent and his assistants almost cried out but swallowed their voice by her professional action.
Forget it! The girl might really be sothing. They could only make every possible effort now.
The girl trimd several inches off the hem of the dress and then flexibly cut so special flowers. After that, she took out a sewing kit from the tool bag and sewed a frill on the bottom of the dress. In the end, she tied a big bow at the waist with a ribbon.
"Good. Take it to Abby." The girl rose and shook the dress, handing it to the stupefied assistant.
Everyone stood silent and stared in amazent.
"Hey. It's getting late." The girl cocked her head to one side and pointed to the clock on the wall.
The agent reacted and took the dress from the girl, rushing to Abby in the inner room.
"Abby, try it again…"
Abby impatiently slapped down her phone, "I told you, I won't wear the sa dress Amy had dressed! Are you deaf or stupid?" She stopped here abruptly as she turned and looked up.
The blue dress in the agent's arms was obviously different from the one before.
The dress was shortened several inches, and the style beca much more fashionable. It looked much younger, very unique!
As a hot star, Abby had tried all kinds of clothes in different brands, and she had been numbed after changing new clothes every day. But this modified dress still interested her.
The agent also noticed the shine in Abby's eyes. "Abby, go try it first," he urged.
Abby didn't say no again. She picked up the dress and went into the locker room.
After a while, Abby ca out. The agent and his assistants looked over and widened their eyes in surprise.
The shortened dress set off Abby's figure perfectly!
The previous style of the dress was not bad, but too common, nothing new.
After the girl's improvent, the dress seed to co alive and full of vitality.
Abby would get more attention by wearing this dress.
"Abby, this looks great on you! Really!" The agent exclaid in surprise.
"Yes, Abby, you don't repeat Amy's style, but look better than her. Even if the reporters make a contrast between you two, you'll certainly win! I'm sure Amy will be more than angry," flattered one of the assistants.
Obviously, Abby also liked the dress and knew it was a perfect foil to her beauty. She curled up her red lips with satisfaction and flipped back her hair. "Well, let's go."
With that, she walked out of the suite and went to the banqueting hall, followed by her assistant.
The agent wiped the sweat off his head and breathed a sigh of relief as Abby left. It was lucky that a girl ca to save the day.
"Oh, yes. Who's that girl?" He turned to another assistant next to him and asked.
The assistant went out for a look, ca back, and shook her head, "I don't know, she's left."
The agent frowned and didn't ask more.
Anyway, that girl saved him from the trouble! Otherwise, he would be scolded by the manufacturer and also complained about by Abby. His big boss, of course, would bla him for making such a mistake!
* * *
The girl, who had just done good work, stepped out of the elevator on the first floor of the hotel and answered her phone.
"Savannah, where have you gone?" Kevin's stern voice ca over the phone.
"Er... The weather's good today, so I co out for a walk. I'll be right back." Savannah said with a sly grin.
Maybe it was because she was not good at lying, or Kevin was so familiar with her nature that he imdiately saw through her lie. "Really? Then why did you bring your tool bag and resu with you?"
Savannah chuckled, "ah, what did you say? Sorry, the signal's bad... I'll be right back. Bye!" Then she hung up quickly.
Kevin went to see Dan for JK's business, so she slipped out. She did not expect Kevin to go back so soon and found her absence.
She hurried out of the hotel and stopped a taxi.
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the gate of a garden-style community in the east of the town.
Savannah entered the community and returned to the house where she lived. As soon as she opened the door with the key, she saw a handso young man standing at the window near the balcony, his hands behind his back.
Kevin turned around at the sound.
"You're back." His tone didn't an to bla her, but full of care and indulgence.
Savannah put down her bag and said, "didn't you go to see Dan today? Why are you back so early?"
Kevin lived with her in Italy for three years. In the past three years, he asked Dan to help manage JK in LA, while he devoted himself to researching new gas and programs in Italy and carried out remote control managent thousands of miles away.
"Don't sidetrack ," Kevin said helplessly, walking to her, "I told you not to go out alone. You didn't listen to again."
Three years had passed.
He had thought that they would continue to live peacefully in the Italian town until last week Savannah saw a ssage from an online forum.
The dostic design competition, a four-yearly event, would be held in LA this year. She felt excited and wanted to go back to participate in it.
After they settled down in Italy, she applied for Istituto Marangoni and beca one of the best students that year in design major. She was highly praised by her teacher, and it turned out that she was indeed very talented in design.
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