Chapter 67

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.

The redesigned garment now accentuated Isabella's slender, sensual waistline. She had slit the wide-legged trousers up the sides, creating glimpses of her elegant legs that would tease with every movement. What was once loose and shapeless now radiated refreshing sophistication with an undercurrent of provocative allure.

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.

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."

"Yes, Miss," Ronnie responded dutifully, moving toward Isabella.