Please behave My Lord

Chapter 25: I'Ll Try To Do A Good Job

Chapter 25: I'll try to do a good job

-It's about an 18th century film that will start shooting soon. In view of your excellent behavior last time,

I am giving you this task. You can designate your own group, and you will lead your group and be

responsible for all costume and make-up designs for this film.

The director described the job in detail with her sweet and tender voice. When she looked up, she met

Mariana's gaze. In the director's gaze, she could see the admiration and praise for Mariana.

But Mariana was far from calm.

An 18th century film? He had never designed such costumes, and almost all of his designs were

modern dresses.

This task was both a recognition and a great challenge for her.

She was quite confident in her designs for modern clothing, but the old costumes were a little difficult

for her.

-You can sign here.

Naturally, the director did not give him a chance to refuse and picked up a pen and handed it to her.

Mariana picked up the pen and hesitated a little.

-What's wrong? -You have any questions?

-Director, it's just that I've never studied the old costumes, so...

-Then go and study it, there is nothing difficult. You don't need to think about other things in the

company, if someone in your group doesn't obey, you can tell me, don't worry about the rest.

Just like the last time, Mariana understood that the director was not arguing with her but giving an

order.

-Well, I'll try to do a good job.

After signing her name on the document, Mariana thanked him and left the office.

When she returned to the design department, Mariana explained the situation to her colleagues in the

department and they were very surprised.

Everyone knew that "Empress Santa" would be a big hit when it premiered, and it was said that all the

participants starring in it were famous actors.

Therefore, the costume design for this film would be a task not to be underestimated.

Now, the company had given this project to Mariana, which showed that the company had great

confidence in her.

But the company not only trusted her, but also believed in Mariana's ability, so she gladly agreed.

Mariana was even more confident in accomplishing this task as she gained the support of her peers,

and immediately sought out various materials on 18th century clothing to study and expand her

knowledge.

There was no telling how much time passed. Mariana looked at her wristwatch and realized it was time

to leave work.

Mariana drove back home. The village, which was located in the suburbs, seemed especially quiet in

the twilight.

"It's too late, he's not back yet?"

A trace of loss appeared in Mariana's eyes.

-Lady, you're back.

When the maid saw her enter, she hurried over and said hello with concern. She nodded in response,

and appeared to be slightly exhausted.

-Do you want something?

-Prepare me a sandwich, please, send it to the small studio, then you can go to rest, it's getting late.

After saying this, Mariana turned around and went upstairs.

The studio was small, clean and tidy, and filled with various books on design.

Actually, Leopold had always treated her well. The man had sent someone to organize this little studio

for her. Although he had never mentioned it to her, Mariana remembered it clearly in her mind.

I did not hate Leopoldo, although that night the words he had said were unkind, I did not hate him.

"Why do I have such contradictory thoughts?"

Mariana shook her head to get those cluttered thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on her

design work.

Outside the door, the man's deep-set eyes looked out into the endless night.

Leopoldo looked at the time. At this hour it was not yet bedtime and she should be in her bedroom.

But from where I was looking, the bedroom was dark.

"She's not back, is she still mad about that night?"

Leopoldo looked a bit annoyed, with the fingers of his right hand tapping on the steering wheel, his left

hand resting on his chin and his eyes fixed on that bedroom window, as if he was waiting for

something.

A quarter of an hour later, he got out of the car.

She turned on the crystal chandelier in the living room, the soft light reflected on her face, enhancing

the coolness in her gaze and her attractive beauty.

These days she had not returned, but she always remembered the disappointed look on the woman's

face that night.

Leopoldo did not know how to describe his feelings, but he felt very uncomfortable as if there was a

knot in his heart.

Recalling how Mariana had spoken for him at the family dinner table, Leopoldo could find no trace of

her pretense.

He originally wanted to go relax today, but for some reason he drove his car back here.

Normally he was so cold and indifferent, there was no telling why he would hesitate over such a trivial

matter.

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He couldn't help but walk upstairs, thinking about seeing her soon.

But when he reached the second floor, he saw a faint light in a small corner.

It was her small studio.

Leopoldo followed the light and went to the door, which was not completely closed. He raised his hand

and knocked on the door, but no one answered for quite a while.

"What's wrong with him?"

Leopoldo unconsciously pushed the door, feeling a little nervous.

But the scene before him left him slightly dazed.

Mariana was lying on the table, her head down, the computer was on next to her and a cold sandwich

was on the plate on the table.

Leopoldo approached and saw that she was already asleep. The dim light shone on her beautiful face,

making her delicate face look even more beautiful.

I had to admit she was beautiful, with pretty eyes, and although her eyes were closed, it didn't detract

from her beauty at all.

Leopoldo dimmed the studio lights and, perhaps sensing the change in light, Mariana's eyelids twitched

slightly.

He looked at her, and softened when he remembered the way she had defended him that night.

Leopoldo lifted her gently, Mariana frowned with dissatisfaction and moved in his arms, but did not

wake up.