The noblewon saw that Ann Vaughn was personally brought in by Mada Sisha, and when greeting, Mada Sisha first introduced them to Ann Vaughn and then introduced Ann Vaughn to them, which showed how much she valued Ann Vaughn.
Everyone present was perceptive, and noticing this, they beca even more cordial towards Ann Vaughn.
"Isn’t the dress Miss Vaughn is wearing a new release from your studio this year? I rember it being a non-sale item that my daughter has been longing for months."
"Sisha’s Studio never sells or lends their non-sale items, why the exception today?"
"I must say, the young lady looks wonderful in it. Tell us the truth, Sisha, did you have it custom-made for her? I would want one too."
Ann Vaughn greeted them one by one, with a perfect smile on her red lips, neither impolite nor excessively enthusiastic.
Mada Sisha, holding her hand, smiled gently and said, "It’s not just this dress. If Annie likes, she could take away all the clothes in my studio without any issue."
The noblewon, secretly pondering her identity, set aside their probing looks and curiously asked, "Since when have you beco so generous?"
For Mada Sisha, who sees her creations as her children, it wasn’t easy even for her close friends to have her design a dress for them.
Yet, she was so generous towards Ann Vaughn...
Could there be sothing more to this matter?
Mada Sisha was about to change the topic when suddenly, a noblewoman standing by the long table in a red dress asked, "Sisha, I have seen the young lady beside you before."
Staying still with a maintaining smile, Ann Vaughn was stunned and looked towards the noblewoman.
The noblewoman set down the red wine glass and approached Ann Vaughn, "Did you ever develop a skincare product called Tianxiang Dew?"
"Yes, madam," Ann Vaughn nodded in acknowledgnt.
"That’s wonderful." The noblewoman clapped delightedly, her gaze towards Ann Vaughn now filled with eagerness, "A friend once gave a bottle of Tianxiang Dew. After using it, I felt it was great, and even the lines on my skin reduced significantly. I always wanted to ask soone to get another for , but unfortunately, I heard it’s no longer available."
The other noblewon, having never heard of Tianxiang Dew, looked at them with faces full of confusion.
What famous costic brand is it? How co we’ve never heard of it?
Before developing Tianxiang Dew, Ann Vaughn conducted detailed surveys and experints on the skin conditions of won in various countries, making it suitable for most skin types.
She observed the noblewoman’s face for a mont. It was fair and rosy, with barely any fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and the laugh lines were notably shallow. For her age, she was indeed well-maintained.
"It’s the madam’s natural beauty, and Tianxiang Dew just played a supportive role," Ann Vaughn slightly pursed her red lips and said modestly but confidently.
Nothing is more delightful than receiving complints from soone young and beautiful.
The noblewoman quickly took Ann Vaughn’s hand, wanting to place an order for the product to be sold at her ho’s counter.
The two chatted enthusiastically, the order size increasing from fifty thousand to one hundred and fifty thousand, sparking intense curiosity among the noblewon around them.
They might not be this curious about others, but the noblewoman’s family owned a costics company whose brands had counters worldwide and were internationally famous.
If she approved, how could they not follow the trend?
In just about ten minutes, Ann Vaughn was busy jotting down so much that her fingers almost cramped.
Truly, branded clothing, handbags, and costics forever serve as perfect communication bridges between won.
... A truly painful yet delightful experience.
"Madam!" At that mont, an urgent voice sounded from a distance.
A private doctor, dressed in a white coat and carrying a dical box, hurried towards Mada Sisha, disregarding how out of place he looked in that setting.
Mada Sisha was sowhat surprised at his arrival, "Doctor Brown, aren’t you still on vacation?"
"If I hadn’t returned, I wouldn’t have known that so quack was hired to replace while I was on vacation!" Brown said angrily, "I must personally discuss this with Mr. Hawthorne!"
Ann Vaughn touched her nose, receiving a fierce glare from him, wondering if this was the doctor who claid poisoning was just stress?
Mada Sisha’s expression changed at Brown’s questioning, "Annie is not a quack doctor; on the contrary, her dical skills surpass yours, Brown."
"No one knows Mr. Hawthorne’s health better than I do!" Brown suddenly raised his voice.
This drew the attention of everyone around, who turned to look.
The outside world didn’t know that Cherith paused his duties due to health reasons. Concerned that in his anger, Brown might speak recklessly, Mada Sisha said sternly, "Co with ."
After speaking, Mada Sisha apologetically looked at Ann Vaughn, "Sorry Annie, for letting trivial matters spoil your beautiful evening."
Ann Vaughn shook her head slightly, without taking it to heart, "It’s alright, go and handle your matters first."
"How presumptuous!" Brown scoffed coldly when passing by Ann Vaughn, then followed Mada Sisha away.
Ann Vaughn’s mouth twitched, thinking how audacious this personal doctor was, daring to publicly reprimand his employer’s wife.
Having stayed in the well-heated, crowded banquet hall for too long, Ann Vaughn felt a bit dizzy, with her cheeks unnaturally warm.
She left the banquet hall to get so fresh air in the corridor.
Taking her phone out of her purse, she checked the ti; it was now half-past eleven.
In half an hour, it would be the New Year.
Ann Vaughn looked up at the splendid fireworks outside the window, took a photo with her cara, then edited a sentintal post and shared it on her Monts.
[In the winter night, only this firework brings so warmth.]
Soon after, her phone kept chiming, and upon pulling it down, it was filled with likes and comnts.
Ignoring them, Ann Vaughn exited and opened Cyrus Hawthorne’s chat interface.
The chat history still lingered on the ssage from the day before yesterday, informing him of her trip to F Country and the past two days of reminding him to eat and rest regularly.
But Ann Vaughn hadn’t received even a punctuation mark in response.
Even a teacher grading howork leaves a note, but he didn’t even do that!
Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth in irritation, then a sudden wave of long, weary disappointnt surged in her heart, mixed with so bitterness, filling her heart.
Both sour and aching.
She knew he was busy, and it didn’t matter if he hadn’t called her even once till now.
But even just one sentence would do.
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