"Samuel, please don't ignore me, okay?"
Anastasia Jenkins lifted her tear-stained face to look at Lucas Griffin, her eyes brimming with tears and profoundly moving.
Unable to bear it, Lucas reached out to wipe away her tears, "Don't cry, I could never abandon you, I just need a little time."
Joy flickered in Anastasia's eyes, "I knew you wouldn't bear to part with me."
No sooner had she spoken than she wrapped her arms around Lucas's neck and kissed him.
In the makeup room.
Amanda Jenkins hung her design on a wooden dummy.
Her design was a long red dress with a train.
The tailoring of the dress was ingenious.
To Amanda, the most beautiful part of a woman wasn't her chest, but the butterfly bones of her back.
Thus, the front of the dress was adorned with black feathers, only subtly revealing the collarbones.
The entire back was exposed, with meandering curves cut along both sides and decorated with black rhinestones on the edges.
