Chapter 371 7.87 Inches
Girls usually hated hearing stuff like that, but Luann wasn't trying to throw shade at Grace—just giving her two cents on style.
Luann had whipped up all 188 outfits herself. When they were done, she imagined different models rocking them.
Basically, Grace's outfit didn't vibe with Luann's vision.
"What do you know? The boss hasn't said squat, so why are you?" Grace snapped.
Grace was rocking a light orange-red dress with an autumn vibe, inspired by maple leaves.
"Trust me, if you take in the waist by 0.4 inches, it'll look way better," Luann said. "You're not a pro model, so your body and height are different. Photos can make you look heavier."
To Grace, this just meant she was fat. "I didn't know you were such an expert," Grace said with a fake smile. "Stop throwing weight around."
Seeing she couldn't get through to Grace, Luann shrugged and went to find the boss.
But as she stepped forward, Grace tugged her dress, making Luann step on it.
Grace stepped back suddenly.
A loud tear echoed.
Everyone looked over. Grace's dress had a huge rip.
The once smooth fabric now looked like a rag, fluttering in the AC breeze.
"Oh my God," Grace gasped, covering her mouth. "You stepped on my dress and ruined it!"
The models started murmuring.
"The boss said we only have one dress each! How could you be so careless?"
"What do we do now?"
Grace stood there, eyes full of resentment, staring at Luann.
The boss came over, frowning. "What's going on?"
Before Luann could speak, Grace jumped in, "She stepped on my dress and ruined it, but I'm sure it was an accident!"
"Who? Who stepped on it?" the boss asked.
Grace pointed at Luann.
The boss's face changed. "Are you sure?"
Grace didn't get why he was questioning her and nodded, pulling others to back her up. "I'm sure, and they all saw it."
But the models didn't want to get involved. This wasn't their problem, and no one wanted to mess with Luann.
Seeing the boss stay quiet, Grace started to exaggerate. "Luann, apologize and fix this. I can't go on stage like this; it's too embarrassing! Let's get through the show first, then apologize to the Sunflower designer."
Luann said calmly, "You should apologize now."
Grace was stunned. "Why should I apologize? You clearly stepped on my dress."
She pointed down. Luann's shoe was still on the hem of the dress.
For some reason, Luann smiled lightly. She didn't argue with Grace. She extended her hand. "Scissors."
The boss, knowing Luann's status, immediately handed over a large pair of scissors.
Grace was fuming. "What the hell are you doing? Messing with Sunflower's dress without permission? Did you even ask the designer?"
Luann grabbed the scissors and calmly circled around Grace. "Don't move, or you might get snipped."
With that, Luann bent down, lifted a corner of the dress, and gave it a sharp flick. The sound of scissors slicing through fabric was crisp.
Luann's wrist moved like a pro, changing angles. The floor-length dress was now a knee-length one, instantly switching from elegant to playful and cute.
The room went dead silent. Everyone watched Luann in awe.
"Done." The sound of the scissors hitting the table snapped Grace back to reality. 'When did Luann learn to cut clothes? And do it so well?'
The boss asked, "Luann, there are ten backup models. Do you want to replace Grace?"
Grace's heart skipped a beat. Her publicity had been spreading for the past three days. If she got yanked off the stage, it would be beyond embarrassing!
Grace sensed something was off. "Why does she get to decide whether I stay or go? Who is she to make that call?"
The boss was about to explain that Luann was the founder and designer of Sunflower.
Luann said, "Because I bankrolled this. As the biggest investor in this fashion week, why can't I decide your fate?"
Grace's heart leaped into her throat. She stood there stiffly, her back straight. Only Grace knew how nervous she was and how much she was sweating.
Luann glanced at her with a faint smile. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "Forget it. No need to replace her. But her waist is too thick for this dress. Find a model to switch outfits with her."
Low chuckles rippled through the room. For professional models, Grace's body shape didn't cut it.
Grace's face turned pale, but she couldn't say anything. She hurriedly changed into another long dress.
Luann scrutinized her for a long time and finally found the problem. "She seems a bit short."
The boss said, "She was supposed to wear 7.87-inch heels, but she said she couldn't handle the training and switched to 3.94-inch ones."
Luann chuckled, her smile tinged with mockery. She tilted her head, looking a bit cute.
Her dark eyes locked onto Grace. "Do you really think this is still Dawn Talent Agency? Change her shoes."
Grace's teeth chattered, trembling with anger. 'This Luann is clearly out for revenge!'
As if remembering something, Luann added, "By the way, make sure they're stilettos."
Grace stayed silent.
