Chapter 19 - Making Things Difficult For Jocelyn

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“I’m done eating, Father and Mother. I need to go to work.” Jocelyn nodded respectfully at her parents and stood up.

At this moment, the two of them couldn’t be bothered with Jocelyn who was standing at the side. They waved their hands to indicate that they heard her. Wilson looked Maria up and down. “You must dress up like a princess for the banquet. Gold, silver, and jewelry are necessary…”

Looking at the three excited people in the house, Jocelyn couldn’t help but feel ironic and quickly left the room as she thought to herself, “Maybe… I made the right choice!”

Hearing the cheers and laughter of the people behind her, Jocelyn became even more determined. She wanted to leave the Wilson family and not let anyone or anything get in her way.

She went out and called a car before heading to her workplace. This place was a custom tailor shop where the most famous young designers in New York were gathered. Not only was Jocelyn here, but also many young designers were here to showcase their skills.

Looking at the time on her watch, Jocelyn felt extremely anxious. Normally, she would leave the house around 7: 30 pm, but she was running late because of what happened just now.

The moment the taxi reached her workplace. Jocelyn rushed out of the car. However, she was still five minutes late!

“Jocelyn! As a designer assistant, how dare you be late!” Just when Jocelyn was about to sneak in, she heard Anna’s angry voice. The people around her looked at Jocelyn sympathetically, praying for her

“I’m sorry, Miss Anna. I’m sorry that I’m running late today.” Jocelyn frowned and looked at Anna apologetically.

As Jocelyn’s only friend here at the workplace, Emily also walked over in a panic and begged Anna, “Yes, Miss Anna, it’s her first time running late. Please let her off!”

“That’s right, that’s right. This is her first time!”

“Exactly!”

The moment Emily spoke, everyone around her agreed.

Seeing the situation, Anna did not say anything else. She frowned and looked at Jocelyn, still angry. “As a punishment for running late, you’ll be accompanying our guests today while they’re getting their clothes customized.”

“…Okay.” Although Jocelyn was unwilling, she had to listen to Anna.

It wasn’t too bad if the guests were polite and with manners, but if the guests were rude and unreasonable, it would be a hell of a day for Jocelyn. Anyway, not a single designer assistant here was willing to take on the job of accompanying the guests.

Everyone returned to their posts. The entire private design studio began the day’s business in order. The studio outside was responsible for receiving the guests and providing services, while the inside was responsible for the production of the most popular clothes in New York.

Jocelyn was now sitting in the reception area, waiting with the other three people for today’s customers.

What Jocelyn did not expect was to see Maria and her mother walking toward the studio. The two of them were smiling happily.

“Is anyone here! Show me your most expensive clothes. I am going to attend the banquet held by the Brown family.” As soon as Maria stepped in, she spoke.

A staff member walked over and smiled at Maria. “Miss, what kind of clothes do you want?” Without even looking at the staff, Maria sized up the dresses in the workroom as she walked.

Mrs. Wilson followed behind her gracefully and sized up the various evening gowns in the room. “Maria, we have to choose a dress that will let you shine. Why don’t we get the designers here to specially design one for you? How can these clothes be worthy of you!”

Maria’s lips curled up slightly as she glanced at the evening gowns beside her with disdain.

“Mother is right! How can these dresses match me? Only the most expensive dress with diamonds all over it is worthy of my future identity. I’ve already done them a great favor by visiting this shop. I should get the designer to design another piece…”

Maria shifted her gaze and saw Jocelyn, who was standing beside the coat rack.

“Why is she here?”