Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 71
Bmitey looked at Charmine fretfully; she was
overwhelmed with anxiety.
What was Charmine’s plan? Could she turn water into
wine? This was next to impossible.
Meanwhile, Tiffany was seated on a flamingo, a sweet
smile adorning her face as she did. She looked like an
ethereal fairy, protected and unaware of the ongoings
around her.
The avocado green and pink-colored flamingos made
a perfect match. The combination looked so
aesthetically pleasing that one could almost forget
about the midsummer heat. 1
In contrast, Charmine’s large red top paired with a
loose-fitting skirt kept her covered up tightly. Both her
chest and legs could not be seen. How could she best
Tiffany at this rate?
Everyone present was curious, but the nonchalant
Charmine merely turned to ask Tiffany, “Are you sure
you want to sit there i n this manner? Won’t you

regret it?” 1
“Yes. Why not? Can’t you think of any poses to match
mine?” Tiffany replied.
Though it was not so obvious, Tiffany’s reply was
laced with sarcasm. 1
Hmph. Was this even a challenge? Charmine merely
sighed and held her tongue. She swung her legs over
the same flamingo and sat right behind Tiffany.
Although the flamingo was laying horizontally,
Charmine could not spread her legs as wide as
Tiffany did. After all, her long skirt was clipped
between her thighs and she gave off a stuffy image.
It looked like Charmine would lose this time. The
crowd sighed. 1
Unexpectedly, Charmine reached out and held
Tiffany’s shoulders. Face entirely stoic yet elegant, she
shifted her weight toward that hand. Somehow, she
managed to do this in a graceful and elegant manner.
The crowd was astounded. Charmine’s pose basically
turned Tiffany into a mere coffee table! 1

What a move!
Charmine looked at the crowd and said, ” Let’s
shoot.”
The cameraman regained his senses and immediately
adjusted his viewfinder. Once h e pointed his lens at
the pair, he started the shoot.
Veronica had thought of stepping in, but after she
considered the facts at hand, she decided against it.
No matter what pose Charmine would strike, the
dress she had on still looked complicated and heavy.
There were layers and layers of mesh and netting;
who would buy this dress?
Charmine’s expressions were outstandingly
captivating, but Tiffany was doing just as great and
was classically attractive. Furthermore, the contest
was to compare who would rake up more sales for
their collection. How could Charmine even stand a
chance? 1
It was because of this reasoning that Veronica
decided to stand down.

“Let’s start!” piped the photographer. ” Ladies, please
give me your best poses.” 1
With that said, he prepared himself to click his
shutter.
In a split second, Charmine used her other hand to
flip back the heavy fabric of her dress.
As the shutter clicked, the moment was frozen in
time!
The photo showed Charmine’s body leaning toward
the ‘coffee table’, while her face leaned on her other
fair-skinned hand as she looked into the camera
boldly and haughtily.
Her clothes were heavy, thick, shapeless, and ugly, but
she made it look like a million dollars. 1
The best part was that her skirt was blown backward,
and it mimicked movement that only a giant gust of
wind could create. The aura she emitted was
grandiose; she looked stunning!
The photographer looked at the shots and exclaimed,
“Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!”

Nobody would have imagined that a model could
turn such a situation to her favor and achieve a
desirable outcome!
As she sat in front of Charmine, Tiffany could not see
what Charmine had done.
She assumed the photographer’s praises were for her.
After all, she had given it everything she got.
“Was that good?” she asked coyly. “Do you need
another shot?”