If it hadn’t been for Zara Ward insisting on designing her own clothes, Charlotte Thompson would have already considered letting Justin Battleson’s side acquire and rge the entire lissa Tanner studio.
As Charlotte was contemplating, the fashion show on the other side was about to begin.
Charlotte changed into the qipao dress that had been prepared in advance.
This was a modified qipao dress that she and Zara Ward had designed together.
The lower half was designed with a wider skirt, embroidered with butterflies flitting through peonies. When she moved, the butterflies seed to dance and the peonies blossod quietly, attracting the eyes of those around her.
Just after changing, Zara Ward ca over and couldn’t help but exclaim upon seeing Charlotte.
"Miss Thompson, you are truly beautiful," Zara said with heartfelt admiration.
Charlotte’s beauty was radiant and captivating. When Zara first saw Charlotte, she felt that she was extrely suited to traditional Chinese-style clothing.
Being so openly praised for the first ti, Charlotte also felt a bit embarrassed, not helping but to bend the corners of her mouth.
Zara glanced at Charlotte and then snapped her fingers, "Miss Thompson, please wait for for a mont."
With that, Zara hurried off, and when she ca back, she unexpectedly had a jade hairpin in her hand.
"Let help you with your hair," Zara offered.
Charlotte had simply braided her hair into a plait that hung down her back. While it had a classical flavor, upon closer inspection, it seed a bit too simple.
Zara stepped forward, and not finding a comb around, reluctantly gathered Charlotte’s hair with her hands, only to exclaim a second later.
"Wow, Miss Thompson, your hair quality is so good. Why don’t you keep it long?" she said while arranging Charlotte’s hair.
"Long hair can be a bit difficult to manage," Charlotte replied.
"There, much prettier now," Zara said, patting Charlotte on the shoulder. Charlotte looked up at the mirror before her.
Her hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few loose strands falling beside her cheeks, giving her a sowhat lazy look.
It was millions of tis more attractive than the hairdo Charlotte had hastily done herself.
"Thank you, Miss Ward, you’re really skillful with your hands," Charlotte said enviously.
"I’m the one who should be saying thanks. If it hadn’t been for Miss Thompson’s help, my studio might have already closed down," Zara said sincerely.
"How could that be? True talent will shine eventually. I also marvel at my good fortune for not missing out on a talent like Miss Ward," Charlotte said, genuinely intending to befriend Zara.
The two exchanged no more words, but understood each other with just a shared smile.
Charlotte glanced at the ti and no longer delayed, walking towards the red carpet area.
Because lissa Tanner was not well-known, the only celebrities they could invite were those distant figures from the entertainnt industry, many of whom were strears or internet celebrities.
The brand hadn’t inford Charlotte that she would be attending the fashion show, so when she stood in front of the red carpet, the journalists, initially unenthusiastic, suddenly perked up as if injected with adrenaline.
They looked at each other incredulously at the sight of Charlotte before them.
"Who is this person? Why does she look so much like Charlotte Thompson?"
"Where did this person get plastic surgery to look exactly like Charlotte Thompson?"
"Is lissa Tanner trying to ride on Charlotte Thompson’s popularity?"
The reporters discussed amongst themselves, while Charlotte confidently picked up a pen and signed her na on the board behind her.
Charlotte.
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