After hearing Connie's words, Amelia felt unsure.
"I'm afraid I might not be up to the task." She had no confidence in the outfits she was about to present on Fashion Week's catwalk.
Connie smiled, took out an iPad from her bag, turned it on, tapped a few times, and then handed it to Amelia. "Do you think there's anything in the color of this outfit that needs to be changed?"
Amelia's gaze fell upon the design, a long women's coat with a unique design that, whether in the fusion of fashion elements or the expression it conveyed, truly impressed Amelia.
"How about it?" Connie asked.
"It's perfect." Amelia's words were not mere flattery; coming from the hand of a master, it was naturally outstanding.
Connie shook her head. "Nothing in this world is truly perfect. Tell me, if you had to change its color, what would you do?"
Amelia opened her mouth to speak, but Connie interrupted her. "Based on your feeling, put aside the theme, style, and brand positioning, and tell me."
