While her mother was busy preparing for the fashion show, Laila finished the production of the brochure and took the invitation letter she got from her mother to visit other designers' shows.
As the daughter of the designer of the Moran brand, her image also represents the image of her mother and her mother company, so during her time in Milan, Sofia will design her styling every day when she goes out. It's impossible to go out as simple as dressing like a college student before.
With the distribution of "Moran" brochures, photos of works of art instantly burst into a boom all over Milan.
It's incredible! It turns out that the same can be done for brochures. It turns out that photos can also be taken like this. It turns out that fashion and models can also have the ability to enhance each other. It turns out that black models can also be stunning!
Without knowing it, Laila opened a new door for fashion photographers all over the world.
This is all right, the fashion show of Moran brand hasn't started yet, but their brochures have already gone viral. For a while, it seems that people in the entire fashion industry want to have such a booklet. It is absolutely embarrassing to be asked what they think about the booklet but cannot answer it.
"Laila, I'm so proud of you." Janet called, half complaining and half proud "You don't know, in order to get a brochure of our company, many people called me. There are still many people who want to know you deliberately and want you to help them and take some pictures."
"Really?" Laila didn't expect such an effect. She would shoot like that. Firstly, it fits well with my mother's design. Secondly, there are some nostalgic meanings in it. Thirdly, there is some so-called national pride at work.
She has always felt that the things of her own country have not been spread out, and that it has not reached the due popularity, is because of the wrong operation. As long as you go through the right channels and in the right way, you will definitely be able to show your true charm.
What has been handed down for thousands of years will be lost to hundreds of years of history? Isn't that a joke?
"I think the truly beautiful things can be conveyed to the soul. The resonance of the soul has no borders or races." Laila laughed "This is also related to the great design of my mother this time, if it weren't for yours Beautiful clothes, even if I want to take beautiful photos, it's impossible."
"You kid, always say something to make me happy." Janet wanted to say a few more words to her, just listen to someone urging her. She instructed her to "pay attention to safety and beware of bad people", and hung up the phone and went to work.
The law and order in Italy is not very safe in the mother's mind. The main reason is that she saw some News about some organization on TV. At this point, Laila was unable to complain.
And Janet has been telling her to pay attention to Italian men, because Italian men and French men are absolutely talented in romance. They usually have a pair of fascinating deep eyes, sexy silhouettes and a mouth that does not repeat compliments for three days and three nights.
Laila laughed for a long while when she heard those things instilled by her mother and her.
In her previous life, she had a friend in Italy. That friend was indeed a romantic and complimenting woman as her mother said. According to him, Italian men are very good at kissing, and they are good at "French kiss"...
Laila, who is not yet nineteen years old, is a pure and innocent, angel-like person in Janet's eyes, always attracting the covetousness of bad men. So can't give any fly a chance!
In fact, Laila didn't think so much about herself. She had never realized that she was a beauty. She had lived with an ordinary face for more than 30 years, but now she has no awareness of being a little beauty.
On the streets of Milan, Laila, who was tired from walking, found a cafe and sat down next to the window by the street. She casually ordered a cup of signature coffee and took out the magazine on the shelf to look through it.
The daytime in Milan in early March was only ten degrees Celsius, and it was still a bit chilly. A cup of warm and fragrant coffee was exactly what she needed. The location by the window was also chosen to be able to see the scenery on the street.
Most of the people who appear on the streets of Milan at this time are fashion industry and fashion lovers. From time to time, some media will take some street photos of fashionable passersby. It can be said that during this period of time, the streets seem to have become show venues. If you don't dress yourself up, you won't even be embarrassed to get out of the door.
There are fashion magazines on the shelves. Laila can't read Italian, but it doesn't prevent her from reading the pictures above.
At this moment, a mellow and charming voice rang across from her.
"Hi, beautiful lady, do I have the honour to sit here and buy you a cup of coffee?"
Laila didn't react at first to who was talking to her. After she froze, she looked up in surprise and saw one The young man in a blue slim suit is smiling and looking at her.
He was a young and handsome man with beautiful eyes and sexy lips. Not only did he not feel offended, but he felt warmed by the sun.
"You don't need coffee. If you don't mind, please sit down." Beautiful-looking people always have some privileges. Laila didn't want her peace to be disturbed, but she didn't care about the appearance of the other person who was still more eye-catching.
"Thank you." The man sat down and asked the waiter for a cup of coffee the same as Laila. He couldn't help but find a topic "Are you here for Milan Fashion Week?"
"Yes." Laila didn't have his time. She looked up, still looking at the magazine in her hand. The other person is a good-looking man, yes, she did let the other person sit opposite her, but that doesn't mean she needs to show a friendly attitude. If it hadn't been for seeing people sitting at the tables around her just now, she might have already asked him to go away.
Her indifference seemed to hurt the man a bit. He looked at her "Am I making you feel unhappy here? If so, I sincerely apologize to you. Your beauty makes me feel like walking here, I've never seen a lady who makes people like her."
Laila flipped through a page of the magazine and replied flatly, "So what?"
So? Isn't what he said very clear? Or does she not understand that he is showing love?
The young man froze for a moment, but he didn't expect to get such an unreasonable response. If it wasn't for the girls around who were peeking at him with blushing faces, perhaps he would have thought he was suddenly ugly.
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T/N: who really is this young man?, I bet you will be surprised when you find out…