Please behave My Lord
Chapter 90: A Cold Face But A Warm Heart.

Chapter 90: A cold face but a warm heart.

That total confidence seemed to confirm the two words "to be chosen". Mariana's heart warmed as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ana.

She would be elected again.

After reassuring her, Mariana began to tackle the torn dress.

The only way was to cover the holes since they were already impossible to fix perfectly. Andrea had been used in this dress for filming for a long time and the director would never agree to any obvious alterations.

Ana, who had not left, stood next to Mariana with coffee, accompanying her silently and trying to help her.

Suddenly, an idea came to her mind and Mariana remembered the two outfits she had designed that had been photographed and posted on Facebook.

In fact, the dress designed this time was not the same as those of the previous one at first glance, but its details were somewhat similar.

Regarding the hemlines of both, she opted for elaborate floral designs as a way of highlighting the heroine's noble elegance from the inside out.

Her mind made up, Mariana went to the corner, lifted the black cloth on top and carefully pulled out the two forgotten outfits underneath.

Lowering his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh softly. If they could be used in such a way, it wouldn't be a waste for them, better than having them in a corner without attracting any attention after all. -Mari, what are you doing?

Ana, seeing the series of his movements, was startled and could not help but ask.

-They are earlier dresses, although the pattern is not exactly the same as this one, but if you don't look closely, you won't be able to tell. In that case, I'll swap the two skirts and sew them together, won't it be done?

With that, he took the scissors and began to cut mercilessly.

-But Mari, it's your work..... -whispered Ana, looking with suspension at Mariana's clean movements.

In fact, he knew that the two designs, which had been despised by the entire crew, were the ones Mariana loved the most. So, even though they brought back bad memories, she had put them in a corner with a cloth on top.

-Okay, I'm afraid they won't be able to realize their value unless they are used in this way. Then I will sew the seams together in the shape of petals so that no one will notice.

Without even raising her head, Mariana said as if she didn't care at all.

For a moment, Ana's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't help but clench the cup in her hand and was deeply moved inside.

People always said that Mariana was an arrogant and even a little indifferent person, that such a person had no heart, much less gave anything.

But Ana didn't buy it and, rather, he liked her very much. He took it upon himself to approach her and befriend her.

In fact, it was Mariana who had been taking care of her for the most part.

Only his face was cold but his heart was warm.

She blinked hard to wipe away the tears in her eyes. He put down the glass and approached Mariana, speaking softly: -Mari, I'll help you cut the hem of this dress, okay?

-Of course.

Mariana straightened her back with difficulty and stretched her sore arms, blinked and looked outside the window.

The faintly white light that was let in through the window illuminated everything in the room with a cool chill that inevitably lifted the mood.

Mariana turned her stiff neck and, looking at Ana who was already asleep on the table, a serene smile appeared on her face.

At this moment, it was as if all his fatigue had suddenly been swept away, replaced by an indescribable sense of relief.

He stepped forward and gave her a gentle push:

-Anita, wake up, it's dawn.

The sleeping Anne struggled to raise her head and opened her eyes sleepily, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

-Anita, I've had the dress altered. Get it to Andrea quickly or she'll make things difficult for you again if her morning scene is delayed.

Hearing those words, Ana's drowsiness dissipated instantly. She stood up abruptly and looked at the clothes Mariana was holding in her hands.

He unfolded it and took a look at it. It was so perfect that it didn't look like an articulated costume, but rather as if it had always been that way. Admiration instantly filled her eyes. Ana went forward and embraced her, saying gratefully:

-Mari, thank you!

And with that, she carefully carried the suit and ran out to Andrea's living room.

With her eyes fixed on that cheerful figure, Mariana felt tired only then. She shook her head smiling, then moved to the armchair and closed her eyes.

The prolonged mood swings and heavy workload had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

A few moments after that, his steady breathing began to echo through the silent locker room.

Little did anyone know that Mariana, who was asleep for now, had snuck into the Patio Feliz of her childhood. In front of the door of her grandmother's house, laughter flooded in and she ended up laughing with them.

Mariana was awakened by an anxious sound of urging:

-Miss Ortiz, Miss Ortiz! Wake up! Miss Solis said she wanted to ask you about the dress and asked you to come quickly. The whole team is waiting for you.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead wearily, feeling his temples bursting.

Mariana stood up and spoke in a hoarse voice to the staff who had come to call her:

-Let's go.

When he arrived on the scene, the director, Xavier and everyone from the team were present and the director looked somewhat angry.

Mariana froze with a slight uneasiness going through her mind, but without pausing, she arrived in front of Andrea in no time.

At this moment, the latter was standing with a cushion under her feet, looking slightly sad with teary eyes, as if she was angry and aggrieved. -Miss Solis, what is it?

At that, a huge rancor shone in his eyes, then he looked at Mariana in an extremely arrogant and irritated way.

-Don't you know what happened? -Didn't you design this dress? You should have altered it last night too, shouldn't you?

A little confused, she looked at the untouched dress Andrea was wearing and asked:

-Is there something wrong with this dress?

His voice was kept as calm as possible.

-Something wrong? You have the nerve to ask me what's wrong with it? This dress is obviously much longer than the last one. I've got an action scene today, but I can't even stretch! What do you think? Then, as he turned to look at the various members of the team with ears wide open for gossip and the impatient director not far away, under his eyes a smile of amusement quickly jumped out, which was short lived.

-Miss Ortiz, now that you've altered the dress like this, how do you expect me to keep filming?

With a sigh, Mariana glanced at the clothes Andrea was wearing. Yesterday she had measured it meticulously and it was not very different from the original.

Only the hem would be slightly larger, but which would not affect the cinematography action. I didn't expect Andrea to have picked up on this slight distinction and take advantage of it to make things difficult for her.

-Today's scene is very important, and the crew has rented this space for a long time, so there is no time to waste. But now I can't even move, how will I continue filming?

His voice was indulgent and commanding and came through loud and clear to everyone's ears.