Sumr Monroe’s expression changed repeatedly.
What did Jas Grant an by this?!
Could it be that he knows sothing—
No, impossible!
Sumr Monroe barely managed to steady herself, hiding the shock in her eyes, and said with difficulty, "What do you want to say? This has nothing to do with my mother, and even less with ! If such a thing really happened, your father must have planned it all!"
"Oh, is that so?" Jas Grant chuckled softly, "Alright, I know, I will let my father know what you said."
After speaking, his expression completely cooled, looking indifferently at Sumr Monroe.
"However, today, no matter what, don’t think about disturbing Evelyn."
*
The fashion show officially began.
Backstage, Evelyn Clayton could already hear the music from the runway.
She observed her nose, her eyes followed, and her heart cald, building her psychological strength to not be too nervous.
Yara Reagan finally seized the opportunity to see her backstage.
"Oh my! You look stunning!" Yara Reagan was so excited upon seeing Evelyn Clayton that she almost jumped up, "Today is even more lively than the last ti! Everyone’s a star!"
Yara Reagan’s words greatly eased Evelyn Clayton’s nervousness.
She smiled gently and, after a mont, expressed so concern: "I wonder if soone will co and cause trouble like last ti?"
"Who? You an Sumr Monroe?" Yara Reagan scoffed, "Don’t worry, even if she cos, she won’t be able to step foot here! Violet Ford has already arranged for people to guard the entrance!"
Evelyn Clayton nodded, hiding the unease in her eyes, "That’s good then."
Seeing Evelyn Clayton still hesitant, Yara Reagan quickly said, "Relax, I promise today’s show will go perfectly!"
Ti ticked by, and the music on the runway subtly reached its climax.
Watching as the models who had finished walking returned backstage one by one, Evelyn Clayton’s heart gradually leapt to her throat.
It’s her turn!
With a drumbeat, the climactic music abruptly stopped.
Then, another drumbeat sounded, and a gentle xun lody slowly began.
Evelyn Clayton slowly walked into the shadow connecting backstage to the runway, counting the beats, making a stunning entrance.
Countless flashes of light all focused on Evelyn Clayton’s eyes; she did not panic, and as designed earlier, lowered her eyelids, giving the appearance of closed eyes.
Her long eyelashes adorned with a makeup style designed by the makeup artist, using glittering mascara, were illuminated by nurous lights, creating a sparkling effect.
As Evelyn Clayton stepped to the front of the stage, the snapping shutters sounded like firecrackers, and the low exclamations from the audience reached her ears.
All of Evelyn Clayton’s nervousness dissipated; she gently held her slender waist, showcasing the bracelet, and when she slightly raised her head, the bead curtain covering her face swayed gently, weaving a hazy and elegant dream.
At the front of the stage, she paused slightly, turned around, leaving a slim and straight silhouette, and slowly walked back into the shadow she ca from.
The dream faded, returning to calm.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Not yet fully back backstage herself, Evelyn Clayton heard the applause, suddenly turned around, her heart pounding like a drum.
Violet Ford and Yara Reagan ca running to embrace her.
"We did it, we did it!!"
Yara Reagan jumped up with excitent.
The sense of success this show brought was completely different from the last ti.
This success signified that their Gem brand would gain significant recognition in a short ti.
"Don’t get too carried away." Violet Ford smiled broadly, but her words were very composed, "Evelyn, go change your clothes. I’ve arranged for the dia at the reception afterward to help promote Gem. We’ve also invited many industry insiders. You need to quickly establish contacts with them!"
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