Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 71

Bmitey looked at Charmine fretfully; she was

overwhelmed with anxiety.

What was Charmine’s plan? Could she turn water into

wine? This was next to impossible.

Meanwhile, Tiffany was seated on a flamingo, a sweet

smile adorning her face as she did. She looked like an

ethereal fairy, protected and unaware of the ongoings

around her.

The avocado green and pink-colored flamingos made

a perfect match. The combination looked so

aesthetically pleasing that one could almost forget

about the midsummer heat. 1

In contrast, Charmine’s large red top paired with a

loose-fitting skirt kept her covered up tightly. Both her

chest and legs could not be seen. How could she best

Tiffany at this rate?

Everyone present was curious, but the nonchalant

Charmine merely turned to ask Tiffany, “Are you sure

you want to sit there i n this manner? Won’t you

regret it?” 1

“Yes. Why not? Can’t you think of any poses to match

mine?” Tiffany replied.

Though it was not so obvious, Tiffany’s reply was

laced with sarcasm. 1

Hmph. Was this even a challenge? Charmine merely

sighed and held her tongue. She swung her legs over

the same flamingo and sat right behind Tiffany.

Although the flamingo was laying horizontally,

Charmine could not spread her legs as wide as

Tiffany did. After all, her long skirt was clipped

between her thighs and she gave off a stuffy image.

It looked like Charmine would lose this time. The

crowd sighed. 1

Unexpectedly, Charmine reached out and held

Tiffany’s shoulders. Face entirely stoic yet elegant, she

shifted her weight toward that hand. Somehow, she

managed to do this in a graceful and elegant manner.

The crowd was astounded. Charmine’s pose basically

turned Tiffany into a mere coffee table! 1

What a move!

Charmine looked at the crowd and said, ” Let’s

shoot.”

The cameraman regained his senses and immediately

adjusted his viewfinder. Once h e pointed his lens at

the pair, he started the shoot.

Veronica had thought of stepping in, but after she

considered the facts at hand, she decided against it.

No matter what pose Charmine would strike, the

dress she had on still looked complicated and heavy.

There were layers and layers of mesh and netting;

who would buy this dress?

Charmine’s expressions were outstandingly

captivating, but Tiffany was doing just as great and

was classically attractive. Furthermore, the contest

was to compare who would rake up more sales for

their collection. How could Charmine even stand a

chance? 1

It was because of this reasoning that Veronica

decided to stand down.

“Let’s start!” piped the photographer. ” Ladies, please

give me your best poses.” 1

With that said, he prepared himself to click his

shutter.

In a split second, Charmine used her other hand to Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

flip back the heavy fabric of her dress.

As the shutter clicked, the moment was frozen in

time!

The photo showed Charmine’s body leaning toward

the ‘coffee table’, while her face leaned on her other

fair-skinned hand as she looked into the camera

boldly and haughtily.

Her clothes were heavy, thick, shapeless, and ugly, but

she made it look like a million dollars. 1

The best part was that her skirt was blown backward,

and it mimicked movement that only a giant gust of

wind could create. The aura she emitted was

grandiose; she looked stunning!

The photographer looked at the shots and exclaimed,

“Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!”

Nobody would have imagined that a model could

turn such a situation to her favor and achieve a

desirable outcome!

As she sat in front of Charmine, Tiffany could not see

what Charmine had done.

She assumed the photographer’s praises were for her.

After all, she had given it everything she got.

“Was that good?” she asked coyly. “Do you need

another shot?”