This moment wasn’t just about fashion. It symbolized a deeper connection. The youth, living in peaceful times, showcased their deep-rooted love for their heritage through their enthusiasm for traditional styles presented by celebrities, instilling a sense of national pride.
As Raegan observed the online viewership numbers climb, her eyes filled with tears of joy. The years of hard work and dedication were finally bearing fruit.
“Mom, can you see this? The traditional costumes you believed in, once thought to be sidelined by mainstream fashion, are now embraced and loved by so many… I hope this brings you joy…” Raegan silently said.
The gala exceeded all expectations, achieving record-breaking viewership ratings. The designs from the Crescent instantly became the talk of the town.
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Raegan, having spent nearly an entire day backstage at Arthen Entertainment, was so engrossed in her duties that she barely had any time to eat.
After the main event concluded, Raegan and her team found themselves in a brief lull, their primary responsibilities over, leaving them to await the event’s end and manage the post-show clothing logistics.
Judd, Raegan’s assistant, insisted they take a break for their day’s first meal.
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They settled into a discreet corner of the lounge, where Judd had arranged for some warm food to be delivered, and they began to eat.
The lounge, spacious and segmented by partitions, carried the murmur of conversations from nearby diners.
“Did you catch a glimpse of Crescent’s director? She’s striking. At first glance, I mistook her for a new model. Both her demeanor and looks are remarkable.”
“What intrigues me more than her appearance is how she clinched the deal with our company. Even esteemed studios Like Alpire couldn’t land it after five years of talks with our CEO.”
“Yeah, I’m curious too. Miss Foster doesn’t appear to have much fame yet. Crescent is a newcomer on the scene. Could her success be linked to a certain kind of relationship…”
The speculation veered into unseemly territory, suggesting impropriety in how Raegan might have secured the contract, a notion that caused Judd to bristle with frustration.
Previously Erick’s aide, Judd had been reassigned to support Raegan in all her external engagements, a move Erick made to relieve Raegan’s workload.
Despite Crescent’s newcomer status domestically, its bespoke clothing services were renowned among the international elite.
Raegan possessed an innate gift for this craft, her interactions with clients allowing her to intuitively design apparel that aligned perfectly with their tastes, rarely erring.
Judd was well aware that Raegan’s success was no stroke of luck but the result of relentless dedication.
Raegan meticulously documented each client’s preferences, from the trivial to the significant, analyzing these notes to deduce their personalities and, by extension, their stylistic predilections.
The women’s uninformed chatter about Crescent’s global standing left Judd itching to correct their misconceptions. He was on the verge of confronting them when Raegan intervened.
“Just focus on eating,” Raegan urged.
“How can you stay calm? Don’t their words bother you?” Judd pressed, his appetite lost in his indignation.
Judd huffed, “If only they knew of your acclaim in Swynborough, they’d think twice before speaking.”
“You said it yourself. They’re unaware. And enlightening them would be as effective as talking to a brick wall. Why waste our energy on fleeting gratification?” Raegan responded with a tranquility that belied the situation.
“True success is measured through deeds, not debate,” she continued, the positive reception to their work speaking volumes more than any rebuttal could.