Warning: My Mommy is A Savage! By: Seeking A Peaceful Life novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Charmine turned her head and saw it was Amor Group’s founder and designer, McAmor

Houston.

An independent 25-year-old woman, McAmor Houston was from one of the prominent families in Shelburne, and she founded her bridal business when she was just 16. With only nine years’ time, she was able to make Amor Group the top bridal brand.

Alas, she was not the cream of the crop in the Houstons. That would be the eldest daughter, McKenzie.

Ranging from languages to arts, finance investment to even stitching or pottery, McKenzie was a jack-of-all-trades. She was the golden girl.

It was also said that McKenzie was the Baileys’ approved daughter-in-law, a match made in heaven with Anthony.

Charmine’s heart went susceptible to jealousy when she thought of this.

“The makeup artist is already in the make up room waiting for you,” said McAmor, humbly yet nobly at the same time.

“Okay.” Charmine followed the assistant to the room located on the first floor.

There were various cosmetics products displayed on the dressing table while the wardrobe was filled with different kinds of bridal gowns.

The room was slightly different from that one room five years ago, and this could mainly be the crux of the matter if Charmine was to get the clue for the incident.

“Could you please share with me the photoshoot theme for today?” asked Charmine.

“Today is mainly on outfit-testing and styling,”explained the assistant, “and we’ll go with a laid-back themed photoshoot under the sunset setting. Tomorrow, we’ll do it during sunrise and voila, it’ll be a wrap!”

Throughout the time, Charmine would either be resting on the rocking chair or fanning herself. She had that incredibly delicate face, with long silky hair that hung above her waist like flash lightning. Her face was like a perfect labyrinth that momentarily led everyone away from their troubles. Strolling around the landscape, she was so beautiful that people would have made her into a national park if they got their hands on her.

She was more reserved as compared to Tiffany.

Charmine was honest, unlike other pretentious celebrities; a woman who was cold as ice yet remained soft and sweet like honey. She was an icon of maturity that transcended age. She looked so ethereal that everyone could hardly take their eyes off of her.

It was meant to be a four-hour photoshoot, but it was done in two hours. Knowing that everything went on smoothly, McAmor left the set.

Charmine was sitting sluggishly under a shade while waiting for the evening shoot.

“Ms. Jordan, wouldn’t you want to bring along a personal assistant?” someone asked out of curiosity. Leaning on the rocking chair, she spoke, “What for?”