Steven Taylor’s face turned red, and the hand hanging by his side clenched tightly, the knuckles whitening. He was just about to apologize as Charlotte Thompson approached him, but Charlotte cut in before he could speak.
"I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I’m late."
Charlotte had rushed over in such haste that she was slightly out of breath as she spoke.
She gave Coco, who was behind her, a look, and Coco imdiately pulled out a stack of papers from the bag.
"This is the previously designed schedule; go check it for any issues."
Charlotte blinked earnestly, and said,
"Don’t worry, I won’t let all your hard work go to waste. This fashion show will be a big success and will make your brand an overnight sensation."
Steven Taylor stared blankly at Charlotte, for a mont not quite sure what to say.
The other employees next to Steven Taylor were also stunned.
Seeing that no one was moving, Charlotte quickly clapped her hands, "What are you still standing there for? Get moving, the show is about to start!"
It was Charlotte’s urging that snapped everyone back to reality. They started to get busy with their assigned duties, with Coco joining the process check as Charlotte had instructed.
anwhile, Charlotte sprinted to the backstage area.
At that mont, Zara Ward was about to take a piece of clothing off the hanger when Charlotte grabbed her wrist.
"No, I’m here."
Charlotte looked at Zara Ward with a serious expression, stopping her in her tracks.
"Miss Thompson," Zara Ward blinked.
"Let’s get started." Charlotte directed a smile towards Zara Ward, her lips pursed.
Zara Ward nodded in response, and the two began their final handiwork.
"I’m truly sorry; my phone was on silent, and I didn’t get your ssages." Although Charlotte was speaking, her hands didn’t pause for even a mont.
On her way over, Charlotte saw that Zara Ward had sent her several ssages and made many calls.
Zara Ward looked at Charlotte’s profile but remained silent.
Charlotte, noticing Zara Ward’s gaze, turned her head, her eyes full of puzzled inquiry, "Is there a problem?"
At Charlotte’s question, Zara Ward chose to shake her head.
Upon seeing Charlotte, Zara Ward imdiately noticed that she looked very pale and unwell.
Zara Ward couldn’t help but speculate that sothing might have prevented Charlotte from answering her calls.
"I’m going to welco the dia," Zara Ward said.
Charlotte nodded, then turned back to focus intently on the final touches to the clothing.
As her fingertips glided over the fabric, Charlotte couldn’t help but purse her lips.
The inspiration for this garnt had originally co from Grace Thompson.
It was during this mont of distraction that a needle pricked her fingertip, and a bead of blood erged instantly.
The pain snapped Charlotte back to attention, and she put the injured finger into her mouth.
She hadn’t been on her ga all day.
"How could I be like this?" Charlotte pinched her own cheek.
She needed to finish her work quickly.
Grace was waiting for her to co ho.
With that thought, Charlotte bolstered her spirits and devoted herself earnestly to her work.
Charlotte was finalizing the finishing touches on this garnt, infusing it with fashionable elents.
Originally, this long gown had taken Zara Ward a long ti to design with a purely traditional style, but Charlotte’s minor revisions had introduced a trendy twist.
Such a change made the dress even more eye-catching.
As she adjusted the garnt, Charlotte couldn’t help but admire Zara Ward’s appreciation for beauty.
The clothes she designed were simply too beautiful.
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