Reborn on My Wedding Night: This Time, I Won't Fail My Soldier Husband
"I’m sorry! These are sample garments and are not for sale."
Several of the actresses looked very disappointed.
If they could wear such gowns to meet producers or attend more galas, they would surely stun everyone.
As long as they were noticed by a decent production crew, they could become famous overnight.
Dong Shuyao saw the expressions on everyone’s faces, and with a roll of her eyes, she said: "But the gowns here can be rented or custom-made, and I guarantee you won't bump into anyone else wearing the same outfit."
"Rented?"
"Custom-made?"
These actresses and models didn't know how the D-brand gowns were rented or customized, but Hu Jiaojiao did.
"Shuyao, it’s settled that your first customer must be me. You can't give the spot to anyone else."
"How could I?"
Dong Shuyao brought out a finished toasting dress: "I made this gown according to your measurements. Try it on; if there’s anything that doesn't fit, I’ll go and fix it."
Hu Jiaojiao’s wedding dress was the top priority. The entire island, and perhaps even newspapers and television, would broadcast the wedding scene. She couldn't expose the style in advance to avoid imitations appearing on the market.
But it didn't matter if she took out a toasting dress first to whet the appetites of these stars and models.
Anyway, she had prepared more than ten styles for Hu Jiaojiao’s gowns. If this one was copied, she could just switch to another.
She guaranteed that every set would make Hu Jiaojiao love it.
"Okay."
Hu Jiaojiao was smart. How could she not know that Dong Shuyao was not only letting her be the first customer but also the true first model?
These actresses and models who came to walk the runway thought they were here to work for pay, not knowing they had already walked into Dong Shuyao’s consumption trap.