Please behave My Lord

Chapter 47 Diario de Mariana

In contrast, Ana, who was on the other end, stepped forward apprehensively, picked up the phone and looked at it. Her eyes instantly widened round, her face was full of disbelief.

Such a sudden change made Mariana's heart flutter even more. She bit her lower lip lightly, a slight stinging pain made her consciousness clear.

He took a few quick steps to Ana's side and picked up the phone, looking at it, he couldn't help but frown. There was a picture on the phone screen, and the design of this picture was exactly the same as these two suits! Exactly the same.

-Mari, what happened here?

A trembling voice came out, with a sense of panic, and deep concern.

On the page, nine perfectly ordered images appeared on the phone.

Although the light was a bit dim, you could still see the exquisite elegance of the begonia print on them, and indeed they were the outfits she had designed and made herself!

"But why?"

Scrolling up, I saw the name of the Facebook page: Diario de Mariana.

"Mariana's diary?"

Quickly, he turned the page, the previous publications were also mostly his work, even the details of the clothes he had designed for the cast this time. Mariana opened a random comment.

-This designer is amazing! Is her name Mariana Ortiz? She's the one who designed the costumes for the set of Emperatriz Santa, right?

-Yes, Mrs. Designer so awesome can see Xavier and Andrea on set every day, my goodness! I don't even dare to think about it.

-Yes, yes, yes, Miss, can you take more pictures of the details of the clothes you've designed for us to see! We love talented and good looking young ladies.

These comments abounded.

Mariana's face instantly turned pale.

-Mariana, I know that every designer is proud and honored by his work. The satisfaction that comes from designing an excellent piece of work is no less than if you had made an award-winning production. The director stood up and looked deeply into Mariana's eyes, but the obvious disappointment hit Mariana's face mercilessly like a fierce storm.

-But all work has to be done with a certain professional ethic, doesn't it? You should know that the costumes you were asked to wear this time were for an unpublished repertory scene, and I think you know exactly what that means, and yet, I didn't expect you to do it....

Before the disappointed and angry director could finish his sentence, the producer who was there merely interrupted him with mild impatience:

-The most important thing now is that the dresses have been seen by many netizens and can no longer be used. And some netizens have even speculated that the set is shooting something new. After a pause, the producer looked at Mariana again, his eyes full of impatience and even anger.

-This incident has had a big impact on the set, and also on the film. The big surprise that had been prepared on purpose was suddenly over.

The further the words progressed, the more vicious they became.

Mariana closed her eyes slightly.

I could actually understand the producer.

The producer himself was responsible for the money, and all these issues of attracting investment and sponsorship depended on the production.

And it was thanks to the leaked costumes that people started speculating about the new development of the Empress Santa episode, which undoubtedly spoiled the surprise prepared for the public, thus losing hundreds of millions in profits.

Her body trembled heavily, and when Anne, at her side, saw her, she busied herself with reaching over and holding her, her eyes full of concern,

-Mari, are you all right?

-I'm fine.

Gently shaking her head, Mariana's face was pale as she tried to remain calm.

-Director, producer, I am good friends with Mari, I know her very well. It's not like that at all.

Ana looked at the two men and frowned.

-Mari is a very discreet person who is extremely reluctant to show herself, this can't be her Facebook at all, someone else must have done this!

Ana finished. Her eyes containing a plea, looking at the director and producer, waiting for their answers.

However, the director's and producer's faces were still as somber. Their eyes were full of disappointment, looking at Mariana who had been ducking her head, and their attitudes did not change in the least because of Ana's words.

This made Ana more discouraged and feel more guilty. She turned her head to look at Mariana's pale face, and her concern increased.

-Designer Ortiz, what do you think? -At that moment, the silent producer spoke again in a deep voice.

In fact, everyone knew that now was no longer the time to be thinking about whether that Facebook was hers or not. The more urgent task was to minimize the damage of the film.

Whether the person was her or not no longer mattered. Even if it wasn't her, she was the only one who knew the details of the suit's design, so Mariana was still responsible.

Mariana's eyes were slightly downcast as she looked at the bright begonia blooming on her white dress, the top of which was a deep red but with a slight tinge of sadness, just like her at the moment. The tears in her eyes were so full that they were about to spill over, but once again they were fiercely repressed by her. "What can I do?"

He took a deep breath and then another.

When he looked up, his eyes were full of determination, stubbornness and calm, and the panic he had just felt was gone. But her pale cheeks still showed how tumultuous her emotions had been earlier.

-Director, producer, excuse me. I will handle this matter carefully and properly, and give you a satisfactory answer, if not.... At that moment, Mariana paused and her eyes shone with sadness.

"But if it won't work out, what can I do?"

"I'm just an ordinary little designer, and those hundreds of millions in interest simply weren't something I could make up for."

The smile that had just appeared disappeared again, with an indescribable helplessness.

It was as if she had been trapped for money, unable to even free herself, she could only watch and see how she was gradually devoured by it.

Unconsciously clenching his fists, his sharp nails dug into the soft palm of his hand, causing a slight stinging pain.

-Director, producer, please give me a chance.

The light in his eyes was clear, like a light of hope.

"I don't want it."

"I don't want to be stuck like this again."

Outside the salon, the sun was shining brightly outside. But she didn't feel warm, she just felt like she wanted it to be warmer, warmer, to warm her cold heart.

Ana looked at Mariana, who had her eyes closed, raising her head to receive the sunlight,

-Mari, what are you going to do?

Hearing this, Mariana looked at the worried Ana, unable to help but chuckle slightly.

-You're still laughing!

Ana patted him on the shoulder. She felt a little annoyed, but her nervous mood had also relaxed a little.

-I still don't have an idea.

Coming across these things that had caught her off guard so early, the sudden change had already stunned her a bit. Mariana's hand hanging at her side was taken by someone, and then came a heat more intense than that of the sun.