Nana's Magic Wardrobe
Opening the wardrobe, there are so many Chanel, Prada, Dior, Issey Miyake, Christian Lacroix, Anna Sui, Versace, Donna Karen, LV, Gucci, Fendi, Fairgmont...
With such a wardrobe, the only worry every day is that there are too many choices: Italian Renaissance art or free and comfortable American atmosphere; punk or glam rock; natural pastoral or noble luxury.
Is there such a wardrobe as this in the world?
Nana, who had just graduated from the Textile Design Institute, cursed the oldest clock in Shanghai on a dark night and rudely threw her high heels into the gears. Later, the incredible magic wardrobe suddenly appeared in Nana's small attic.
Rookie Nana's adventure in the fashion world begins here.
It's a love story about three idiots...
You can think of this story as a fool's wishful thinking.
This story can also be seen as the growth process of a girl.
Okay, okay, this is the author's own psychological catharsis about the elusiveness of luxury goods.
Tianlei, if you feel uncomfortable after reading this, please click the little cross in the upper right corner.
The story takes place in Notting Hill, London. I've never been to Yiwa, it's all based on information + imagination + hearsay.
As I continued writing, I discovered that this article also has a trend of pseudo-workplace novels. Embarrassing~~~~~~
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