Roy placed the box at her feet.

Janet opened the box and took out a white dress from inside.

"How's this one, Leila?"

The corners of Layla's mouth twitched, "So, the big thing you're talking about, is this dress?" What dress is worth it for her to fly from New York to Hollywood, which she doesn't like?

Janet took the dress and compared it to herself: "This is definitely the best white dress I've had in years! Aren't you going to the Oscars?

Leila had a little headache: "Mom, the dress you made for me, and a bunch of unworn ones." "Every time I make clothes for her, I always have to do a lot, and every season she has to send her new clothes, even if she wears one set a day, she can wear them for a year or two without repeating them. The problem is that she doesn't like to waste, and it's not surprising to wear her favorite clothes a few more times. This becomes more and more wardrobes and more and more clothes......

And Janet also has a quirk, or occupational disease, that is, making clothes is not only about clothes, but also about matching them, just like she is meticulous about everywhere she treats models, and strives to achieve the best results.

So every time she brought her clothes, Leila had to be fiddled with by her like a puppet for a long time, just to achieve what she thought was the most beautiful. With such a fashion designer who likes to dress up her daughter, Leila can really be said to be painful and happy.

"Come on, try it!" Annette pulled herself from the table without saying a word, then shoved the dress into her hand and pushed her upstairs.

Leila would love to say that today's buns are her favorite flavor, and she can usually eat several of them in one meal. But looking at her mother's sparkling eyes, she could only sigh faintly, and walked upstairs with her gown under Roy's smiling eyes.

When she reappeared on the stairs and slowly walked down the stairs, not only did Janet's eyes light up, but Roy couldn't help but stand up.

It was a white gown with slanted shoulders, and the irregular cut did not show much on the chest, but you could still see a delicate collarbone faintly visible from the hypotenuse. The cloak on her shoulders hangs directly to her feet, and together with the skirt, she will reach the ground, making Leila look like a goddess, both dignified and elegant.

This design is a change from Janet's previous style, because Leila doesn't like bright colors, and she used to add a little playful design to the more solemn colors. On the one hand, it makes the costume not look too dull, and on the other hand, it can set off Delella's youthfulness.

But this time, she seems to have realized that her daughter is no longer the cutie she has always cared about, but has become a truly mature woman, so she changed the design and directly made her an elegant goddess full of feminine charm.

"This is my daughter!, how can you be so good!" Janet rushed over and circled her twice, checking for anything out of place. "My dear, do you know how much I regret it now? If I hadn't watched you as a director, maybe you would be the best model in the world by now, and you have the most perfect temperament in the world!"

Leila didn't believe that, first of all, she wasn't tall enough. At 172 cm, she usually looks okay, but when she arrives on the catwalk, she belongs to the shorter group. And she knows very well that she is absolutely not suitable for modeling, the model looks glamorous, and the suffering behind her is not something that ordinary people can bear, and she thinks that she can't contribute her resilience in a profession that she is not used to.

Most importantly, the model needs to show what she wears, not herself. And Leila can not boast that she belongs to the more imposing category. No matter what she says, I'm afraid that the first thing others will see will never be the clothes she wears, but herself. This alone shows that she is not suitable to be a model, let alone world-class.

I believe that in the eyes of mothers, all children are perfect, right?

"Mom, I love making movies!" Leila let her go up and down with her hands like a doll, but she still had to say what she had to say.

Of course, Janet knows this, but in her heart, she always feels that Hollywood directors are too tired, and her delicate daughter is not suitable for that kind of "rough work".

How nice it would be if she could dress up all day long and go to balls and banquets with her mother, like the daughters of those families she knew? With her daughter's beauty, she would definitely be the most dazzling one in the crowd! She didn't want her to be pursued by a bunch of men, but she just hoped that she wouldn't confine her life to such a small circle as making movies, go out for a walk, and see more people.

She was about to put a bracelet on Lyra's wrist when her body suddenly shuddered, "Honey, what is this?" She raised her daughter's hand, and a small but delicate diamond ring was on her white slender fingers!

"Well, it's Roy, he proposed to me. Leila withdrew her hand and placed it in her mother's hand, she always had a feeling of danger that she would be destroyed.

"Propose?" Janet screamed, "He proposed?" and you agreed!"

Leila coughed lightly, not expecting her to react so much: "Yes, I agreed." ”

"Promised!" Janet glared at the "culprit" viciously, "Roy, you actually proposed to her!"

Roy didn't expect her to be so shocked by this: "I'm sorry Janet, I did propose to her. ”

He thought her shock was because he had snatched her most precious daughter, but her next reaction turned his mind on its head, and it also taught him to never guess her with his own thoughts.

"Haha! that's great!" Janet walked up to him and patted him on the back vigorously: "You're so slow, do you know how many times I've wanted to ask when you're getting married? If it weren't for Dad and Channing who kept stopping me, I would have thrown you into the church and got married!"

"Huh?" Both Leila and Roy were shocked by her tough words.

"Ahh ”

Leila was speechless, would she be beaten up when she complained about them at this time?

"Wouldn't it be better to know more?" After all, they are to be entangled for a lifetime, and if some of the other party's vices are not discovered, like the father, wouldn't they have to follow the old path of the mother?

Of course, she won't say the rest of the words. If he really wants to say it, maybe in a moment some wife protector will rush over to seek justice for his weeping wife.