The new song was released, and fans cheered.
"Haters" were playing the single on repeat while simultaneously leaving countless downvotes in the comnts section, quickly propelling "awful" to the trend searches.
It seed to have beco the norm that whenever a new song was released, "awful" would wind up trending.
But regardless, Hannah had already boarded a private jet with Arnold Simmons to attend Fashion Week abroad.
The red carpet at Fashion Week has always been a battleground for artists and stars. Tiffany Lynch, after great effort to obtain an invitation, naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity to make an appearance.
She arrived several days earlier than Hannah, not only with her manager and an entire team of stylists but even splurged on a bespoke couture gown from a high-end brand.
She left no stone unturned with her jewelry, fully determined to confront Hannah with her best posture.
The lights on the red carpet were dazzling, and the flashes from caras never ceased.
It felt like standing beneath a sky full of stars. Tiffany Lynch took on the posture of the Eldest Miss Lynch, her chin held high like a proud swan.
Anxious to provoke Hannah, her so-called pride was trampled the mont the latter actually appeared in front of her.
Both won wore gowns from the sa brand. The difference was, the gown on Hannah was custom made and gifted by the brand, a one-of-a-kind ensemble in the whole world.
At this Fashion Week hosted in part by the House of Troy, Hannah as one of the global ambassadors modeled all the latest jewelry pieces that had yet to be unveiled to the public.
Each piece was exquisite, the kind of attention even royalty hadn’t yet enjoyed.
Moreover, to demonstrate their fondness for Hannah, the House of Troy specially sent soone to clear the way for her. She was treated like royalty on an outing, with everyone’s gaze fixed upon this Eastern visage.
Under the lights, her delicate and graceful Eastern features shone brightly, her gentle smile enchanting, her eyes sparkling like autumnal glory. rely at a glance, she captivated everyone’s attention.
Thanks to HQ’s operations overseas, Hannah’s popularity abroad had not just maintained, but increased. With the identity of a Carlowe global ambassador, she was practically the center of attention the mont she appeared.
No need to jostle for attention on the red carpet, no desperate antics to draw disdain, she simply took the VIP passageway.
Tiffany Lynch, brimming with thoughts of overshadowing, hadn’t even had the chance to firmly throw her gauntlet down in challenge before Hannah utterly demolished her.
It was then she rembered her manager’s words, "In your own country, with fans holding you aloft, why bother joining the fray? When you are there, they might not even recognize your face."
She couldn’t accept defeat, "In terms of exposure, I outrank Hannah Winter. I’ve secured the endorsent deal with Flower. Why should I be considered any less than her? Besides, I’m going to be the future lady of the Simmons Family."
Hearing this, her manager didn’t bother to persuade her any further.
At this mont, Hannah gracefully strolled along the red carpet as if walking amidst the stars, not making any deliberate gestures, yet still drawing countless lenses her way.
In contrast was Tiffany Lynch’s awkwardness.
Having stood on the red carpet for too long, she was being prompted by security to leave.
Her makeup was ticulous, her features purposefully angled toward Hannah’s face, and occasionally she’d receive flattery like "stunningly gorgeous."
But at that mont, compared to Hannah, she still fell short.
Anger, envy, and embarrassnt—all intertwined, tornting Tiffany Lynch’s reason.
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