And as for the national style, it embodied the character of beauty to the utmost.
"Can I...really do it?" Zara Ward asked with so doubt.
"Of course."
Charlotte Thompson said with a beaming smile, "My judgnt is never wrong."
Zara Ward pursed her lips, feeling her heart so excited, it was about to leap out of her chest.
"And the the for this design has also been decided, the most ordinary Four Seasons," Charlotte spoke softly.
In fact, at first, Charlotte had thought of many novel thes, but in the end, she settled on the Four Seasons.
Because this ti Charlotte wanted to create a fusion of tradition and novelty, she chose a common the. Only by succeeding with such a the could it be considered innovative.
"Each season will have two sets, from jewelry to clothing..." Charlotte briefly shared her previous plans with Zara Ward.
After listening to everything, Zara Ward’s face revealed an excited smile.
"As for the Four Seasons, I had ideas enough to fill an entire truck. Now, I finally have the opportunity to use them," Zara Ward said joyfully.
Hearing this, Charlotte too couldn’t help but let go of her worries.
Indeed, interacting with soone so intelligent always feels comfortable.
"By the way, how is your preparation for the fashion show going?" Rembering that the fashion weeks of various major brands were just around the corner, Charlotte asked.
Upon hearing this, Zara Ward stood up. "It’s almost ready, only a few items of clothing are still in production."
"Can I have a sneak peek, to satisfy my curiosity?" Charlotte blinked at Zara Ward, "You don’t have to show everything, just one piece will do, after all, I still plan to attend the fashion show."
"Okay, follow ."
Now, Zara Ward saw no reason to refuse any request from Charlotte.
After all, Charlotte had helped her imnsely.
Saying so, Zara Ward lead Charlotte out of the office and into another room.
Although this room was not large, it contained dozens of rows of racks, which held a variety of clothing.
Charlotte quickly scanned the room and identified several pieces she had seen in the docunts, which must have been designed by Zara Ward and displayed at fashion shows before.
"This one."
Zara Ward pulled back a curtain to reveal a lone skirt being worn by a model behind it.
The skirt was styled in an ancient fashion, made of dark red fabric, with intricate gold threads embroidered around the waist and hem, shimring brilliantly under the lights.
Charlotte couldn’t help but admire it just by looking.
And such craftsmanship could not be achieved by machines.
"Is this pure handwork?" Charlotte blinked, curiously asking.
"This is brocade," Zara Ward confird with a nod.
"Brocade," Charlotte murmured, familiar with the term from her research. It was indeed more precious than many high-end fabrics.
But the craftsmanship was astoundingly exquisite.
Charlotte couldn’t resist and reached out to gently touch the hem of the skirt, her fingertips eting sothing very soft.
"Because it’s a formal outfit, there is also a top, but it’s still being rushed and hasn’t been completed," Zara Ward said, as she saw the look of amazent on Charlotte’s face, her voice carried an unmistakable pride.
As if sothing dawned on her, Charlotte turned her head in shock.
"Don’t tell , this is your final showstopping piece."
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