Tasha Tudor

Hilton’s mouth was wide open. "Don’t you realize that painters of all schools consider you a good model?" she told Qin Guan excitedly in a shaking voice.

Qin Guan looked at Cong Nianwei subconsciously. Cong Nianwei was thinking that she was an architect, not a painter.

Hilton went on, "As far as I know, the painter didn’t hand her own card to you. She found me, because she saw a picture of us together. Her agent thought we were close and was hoping that I could extend an invitation to you."

"She is a charming woman and the most famous illustrator in America. Her name is Tasha Tudor and she is an old lady worth our respect. We have become friends and collaborators, so I was hoping that you could act as her model, as a friend. Please!"

Hilton became more and more serious as she talked. Qin Guan felt strange.

"Why? Is there any compelling reason that she wants me in particular?"