These past couple of days have been a relentless cycle of photoshoots and supermodel training.
Though she was far from a professional model, Lucas had made it clear: within a month, she had to be polished to the standard of an international supermodel.
The pressure was giving her a serious headache.
Fortunately, Lucas had put her through intensive training before, so she wasn't being completely thrown in at the deep end.
But that earlier training had focused mostly on basic etiquette and posture—walking the runway, striking specific poses for the camera... these were areas where she only had a superficial grasp.
"Beauty, why don't you have some water?
Take a break before continuing.
Honestly, you've improved so much already.
No wonder you were personally trained by Mr. Marson—your poise is on a completely different level compared to most well-bred young ladies."
Faced with the instructor's praise, Beauty felt a pang of guilt.
