(Chapter 30) Training

"I told you to straighten up! Stop slouching. Show off your confidence, show off your clothing, you aren't modeling for yourself! You model for the clothes you wear." In the next morning, Francesca then regretted accepting Mrs. Tuhs' offer...

She had slept in an extremely comfortable guest bedroom, including how kind Mrs. Tuhs was she didn't expect the training the next day to be so harsh...

Astrid underestimated her mother's methods when it came to training, she was trained in etiquette for many years in her former life. So she didn't mind this kind of training, but Francesca was still a teenager in her heart. So this was extremely difficult for her...

Mrs. Tuhs watched Astrid and Francesca walk up and down the room with a stern expression. But the gleam of happiness in her eyes couldn't be missed.

"Didn't you say your idol was Volgader? How could you be so sloppy? Bend your hips, show your curves, show your legs. They are your greatest points." Mrs. Tuhs was harsh to Francesca, but she saw her improvement even after an hour of walking.

Francesca was tired and sore, she truly underestimated how harsh Mrs. Tuhs could be, but she was determined. Her words ignited Francesca's inner passion for modeling.

Astrid sat down and took a sip of water, her mother didn't pressure her as much as Francesca. Mainly since she already had such a solid foundation, but also Mrs. Tuhs wasn't stupid to pressurize Astrid to do something which she didn't think she could do.

Astrid watched as her mother berated Francesca. Her mother showed her some examples of how to walk effectively, showing the most crucial parts of the clothing, while also showing off her body without being obvious about it.

Since Francesca was so tall for her age, Mrs. Tuhs focused on her legs and hips. Francesca was also very pretty, so perfected how she smiled, where she smiled, was also important.

Francesca made rapid improvement in just 2 hours, feeling so tired she almost felt her feet buckle underneath her. Until Mrs. Tuhs ended the nightmare.

"Alright that's enough for today, go have a 5-minute rest. Afterward, I'll show you a good way to recover." Mrs. Tuhs felt she got a little carried away, she forgot Francesca was still growing and her body would still be adjusting to its growth.

Francesca wobbled over to the sofa and sat down, she took some deep breaths before having a drink.

Astrid had started to practice by herself again. Her mother could find no faults with Astrid's posture, but Astrid just didn't smile...

"Astrid, you need to smile. S. M. I. L. E. How will you attract any eyes while looking like that?" Mrs. Tuhs couldn't believe it, her daughter seemed so perfect to be a model, except from her blank expression.

Astrid stopped and sighed, she just wasn't made for being looked at in public. She had close to never smiled in her former life at it was, while in this life she only smiled from happiness when with her family.

Mrs. Tuhs saw Astrid's bad expression and relented. "Alright, don't force it too much. Come have a break." She wasn't that upset that Astrid wasn't able to smile when walking. But she was upset that she couldn't figure out why Astrid had such an issue on expressing herself.

Astrid nodded and joined Francesca. After a couple more minutes, Mrs. Tuhs smiled and took them into the room next to the gym.

Mrs. Tuhs showed them how to effectively take an ice bath, also how to maintain their face, how to keep control of their muscles. She taught Francesca a lot that day, which surprised her greatly.

'Did Mrs. Tuhs model in the past as well? She is so well versed with these things.' Francesca couldn't shake that thought from her head, she just felt that Mrs. Tuhs was extremely experienced...

Astrid and Francesca took their ice baths and stepped out freezing, they slowly adjusted to the heat of the house to make sure they didn't become ill, and then Mrs. Tuhs showed them some tricks to keep their face spotless.

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"You have some great ability for your age Francesca. I'm thinking of recommending you to someone I know." Mrs. Tuhs straight up told Francesca, making her jump with surprise.

"Really?" She sounded surprised, but also excited. She didn't expect to be able to get an opportunity to model from staying around her friend's house...

Mrs. Tuhs nodded. "Mm, Of course I'll leave some stuff to your father, but just believe in the stuff I choose for you." Mrs. Tuhs was confident in any aspects revolving her former occupation.

Astrid ate her food in silence. They say that pregnant women often get bored staying at home all day. This would help her mother to stay sane during this time...

"Mum, make sure to not go overboard." Astrid lightly reminded her, she didn't want anything to happen to her mother during this time.

Mrs. Tuhs smiled. "I know baby." She spoke softly, how could she not know her daughter's worries?

Francesca was confused at the conversation going on but was polite to not ask. "Where is Winoa?" Francesca asked.

"Winoa? Hmm, she should be outside at this time." Mrs. Tuhs answered as she let her new student run away from her.

Francesca did exactly that, she was now terrified of Mrs. Tuhs and the training she would have to do. Astrid watched as Francesca seemed to have ran away from the devil and chuckled.

Mrs. Tuhs saw Astrid relax and express herself, she then was puzzled. Why did her daughter struggle with smiling while practicing to model? She definitely couldn't force her to do it anymore.

Astrid then did some work set by her from Mr. Dihl, he had such high expectations of her English and secretly had already decided to try to get her to sign up for some competitions to represent the school.

The work was no issue for Astrid, Mrs. Tuhs sat by and watched her daughter effortlessly complete English which even she would second guess herself with. That was when she realized how much her daughter was a genius.

She was an international supermodel in the past and had gone to England many times in the past, for a foreigner, her English was very good. But watching Astrid write down definitions of words she didn't even know existed, she felt inferior to her daughter.

"Baby, do you need help?" Mrs. Tuhs asked, but not in Italian, but in English.

Astrid looked up at her mother who suddenly seemed to be testing her. "Not really, I am a little hungry though." Astrid spoke in English with some embarrassment, she had been transformed into such a glutton in this life.

Mrs. Tuhs sighed with a wry smile. "Alright, I'll go sort something out." Seeing her daughter had no issues apart from her bottomless stomach, she went off to help her daughter in that department.