Chapter 816 The sadness of a city

Miranda has all the qualities that a demon boss possesses.

She doesn't gain weight by eating. When other models carefully count calories to maintain their figure, she can have Starbucks and donuts for breakfast, and she can still wear size 0 clothes after giving birth.

When the hurricane came and she was stranded in Miami, she called her female assistant and asked the poor girl to find a way to book her a flight out.

Maybe this is due to her not understanding the word natural disaster, or maybe she feels that she has really become God. In short, she "rules" that fashion magazine.

She is very beautiful and fashionable, but Miranda does not dress to attract men's attention to the ball. The style she dislikes the most is girly style.

During the magazine topic selection meeting, when an editor said that he wanted to shoot a blockbuster with the theme of flowers, Miranda sarcastically said: "Flowers? As a spring theme? It couldn't be more creative."

Style is the image she shows to the world. Miranda represents elegance and nobility. She does not need to cater to anyone. Others must dress according to her guidance.

Many people resigned because they couldn't stand her, including her husband. She was divorced three times. One of her husbands described her as a sharpened pencil, sharp and fragile at the same time, but she could draw the lines of ready-made clothes with the tip of her pen.

And harsh articles make a designer famous, but also discredited.

Her words were like the "Devil's Bible". Even though Nicholas resented the female devil very much, he still agreed with her point of view - fashion designers are not fairy godmothers. They live in an industry with a scale of hundreds of millions and are not suitable to carry out their own business.

A person with innocent dreams.

She has silvery white hair, not the blond hair that men generally like.

Her signature move was to ruthlessly throw her expensive jackets, coats, and trench coats on the assistant's desk.

It's strange that someone like her has gained the loyalty of many people. Nicola's "boss" Paul has been following her for more than ten years. There are many magazines and clothing companies who want to poach her, but he thinks he can get Miranda.

The recognition was hard-won, and he actually gave up his high salary and continued to work with the female devil.

"I dare say he must have Stockholm Syndrome and can't live without that devil."

Monica was still getting dressed in the fitting room, Pomona was making tea at the small coffee table, and Nicola sat down uninvited to complain to her.

It's like she is a psychiatrist.

"She didn't like flowers as a spring theme?" Pomona asked. "So what did she use?"

"How do I know, I left." Nicholas said angrily, "Anyway, I don't like New York City, which is full of garbage."

"I can use spring water." She said whimsically. "Spring is here and the ice and snow melt."

"Then the flowers bloom, what's the difference?" Nicholas asked inexplicably.

She felt that she could not communicate with this person.

"Parada happens to be the abbreviation of the Royal Academy of Drama Preparatory School. Do you know what the abbreviation of ETT is?" Pomona said.

"What ETT?" Nicholas asked in confusion.

"Don't worry..."

"Also, it's Prada. Although I don't expect the 'Chanel girl' to have much intelligence, but how bad is your spelling? Why do you think Prada is the abbreviation of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts?"

"Oh, God!"

"I know people like you value inner beauty and look down on people like us who live by modifying their outer appearance, but work is not dating. No one will pay attention to your inner beauty. Neither inner nor outer appearance is worthless.

"Don't think that you have nothing to do with fashion. Every choice you make is a product of fashion; and all your choices are actually chosen based on the choices provided by others. You should respect us." Nicholas said.

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"I don't know what to say." She said weakly.

"Aren't you going to try something else? The way you wear your suit looks like the Queen of England."

"You say I look like an old woman?"

"Oh, of course not." He said hypocritically.

"You're so rude!" Pomona shouted angrily.

"Don't be fooled by him!" Monica said in the fitting room. "Don't buy anything he sells you."

"This is what Hepburn is wearing."

"Look, who is Hepburn's image designer? 'All your choices are actually chosen based on the choices provided by others.' Do you think this is correct, smart man?"

Pomona thought of herself who was always wearing a mud-covered witch's robe.

In fact, she was not very popular in aristocratic gatherings before. At first, she thought it was because of Albus.

Now, she needs to think carefully.

"Tonight's party, if you just want to experience it like Cinderella, I have nothing to say, but if you really want to accomplish something, you must understand that you have to face their boring criticism, because they

As a customer, people often don’t have the consciousness of ignorance because they don’t want to understand the culture behind it. Are you willing to admit that you are very ‘ignorant’ about the fashion industry?”

"Yes." She said reluctantly.

"I know you don't mean what you say. Just like you think models are not only beautiful but also have no brains. You have to admit that this is a prejudice." Nicholas said sharply.

"It's hard to stay in New York, isn't it?" Pomona asked.

"It's exhausting." Nicholas rolled his eyes helplessly, "I swear I tried my best, but I still can't satisfy her."

"At least you're still in good health." Pomona said sympathetically. "Did you know Zodiac has a sweating problem?"

It is normal to sweat after exercise or in hot weather. Sweating for no reason means that the body is in sub-health.

"How can a 20-year-old guy have this problem?" Nikolai asked.

"It's not Zodiac II, it's the Zodiac from the late 1960s or early 1970s."

"I don't know him, I only know the Zodiac in New York." Nicholas frowned and said, "How did you end up on this road at such a young age?"

"It's hard to stay in New York," Pomona said. "He can't get into college."

In a big city like New York, it is almost impossible to find a good job without a diploma from a prestigious school.

Outsiders have squeezed out job opportunities for locals, and everyone wants to stay in a good place. When dissatisfaction occurs, there must be a place to vent.

Aristotle said that people come to cities to live; people live in cities to live better.

But she felt that the city was like a maze, with an invisible Minotaur chasing people. Once a person stopped, it meant one thing, and the monster would catch up with him and eat him.

"I know people call it a modern city, but I think the people there are scary." Nicholas said with lingering fear, "I saw someone stealing the shoes of a homeless person."

"What are they stealing shoes for?"

"The streets in that city were full of broken glass. Some people thought it was funny to see people getting hurt. You can't imagine what terrible things people can do to people, so I left the fashion industry and went into this industry."

"I know," Pomona said. "I know a group of people who also like to torture people."

"who?"

"Death Eaters."

"What?" Nicholas asked confused.

They just like torturing Muggles, they find it fun.

She muttered silently in her mind, took a sip of tea and said: "Emotion is a gift given to humans by our animal ancestors, while cruelty is a gift given to ourselves by humans. It's actually good to go home if you can't adapt."

"There is a kind of kidney cutter there. Some people find themselves lying in a pool filled with ice cubes in the hotel after waking up. Their kidneys have been removed and have been sent to the black market. It is really unbelievable."

"Protestants have never felt anything about sin," Pomona said helplessly.

They will only struggle to survive and will not go to confession, because the confession booth in the church has been demolished, so they need a psychiatrist to listen to their thoughts.

"Are you a Protestant?" Nicholas asked.

"It's private, but I'm telling you, I'm not, I believe in something else."

Nicholas did not ask further questions, he took a sip of tea silently, and then said.

"You can go to Cannaregio's theater later. I think he may be watching the rehearsal there today. With his introduction, tonight will be much smoother for you."

"who?"

"François Pinault, he invited an Egyptian art troupe to perform at the Palace of Gracia."

"I remember that Palazzo Gracia is not in Carreggio."

"Oh, Carreggio is now a testing ground. Have you ever heard an American cellist perform Kyrgyz music?"

"To be honest, I haven't heard of it."

"Now that you have heard, take my business card and say that I asked you to come, so that you can enter from the backstage." Nicholas said.

"You want us to give you costumes again, right?" Monica said as she opened the curtain and walked out.

It was not a tutu skirt worn by Cinderella. It had retro elements, but was simple and stylish. The black background was paired with red wild roses, just like Monica's black hair and red lips.

She is not a sweet little princess, nor is she an elegant and cold queen. She has a bit of punk rebelliousness, which is beautiful and cool.

"Vivienne Westwood, what a great idea." Nicola stood up and said with admiration, "I knew you had talent."

Pomona looked at Monica's clothes and really felt that she might be successful in studying fashion design.

"Can you help me alter this dress?" Pomona took out her dress. It looked really retro because it was originally an antique.

"No problem!" Monica said generously.
To be continued...