The accompanying senior designer looked at Ivana with a gaze full of admiration.
The feeling was as though he was taking a walk by the sea and accidentally stumbled upon a rare pearl.
Ivana stretched out her foot, slipping on the high-heeled shoes brought by the staff, "I think I was one seventy-five last year, probably grew a bit since."
The designer observed her face quite intently before taking a few steps back to scrutinize her profile and back, "Absolutely perfect. I've never before seen an Oriental girl with such beautifully defined features and figure."
While expressing his admiration, the designer handed her his business card.
"This is my card, if you're interested in pursuing a modelling career, You can contact me anytime, I assure you, it will be a road to glory."
A model?
Ivana chuckled to herself at the thought.
She was studying art design, majoring in clothing. Her role was to design clothes for others to wear, being a model wasn't within her career plans.
