“What’s the condition then?”
“You must agree to another dress from W Marks being made for you,” Natalie responded calmly.
Estella pressed her lips together and paused. “The award ceremony is going to be held next month. The previous dress Dalores designed, took her months to finish. Would you be done with the new dress on time? What gives you the guts to present such an idea?”
Natalie stared at her and slowly explained, “Dalores was sure you would win the prize when she had the dress designed for you, Miss Lopez. Of course, the dress had to be gorgeous. Have you ever considered one thing though? What if… What if you end up not being the prize winner?”
“Go ahead.” Natalie’s words did not annoy Estella. She felt Natalie was right. She also had this thought earlier on. She had just been too embarrassed to tell Dalores. Moreover, the organizers had informed
Estella they would give her exact information a few days preceding the award ceremony so she could get ready for a speech of gratitude in advance.
“I’m suggesting two dresses be made. One extremely gorgeous, however not too high-profile. There would be a lot of seniors at the ceremony after all, so it shouldn’t be so eye-catching. The other would be simpler. So it wouldn’t be seen as you’re trying to steal the spotlight from others if you end up not winning the prize. Else, it would cause criticism,” Natalie said carefully.
“This is truly a good plan.” Estella felt it was a good idea. “I don’t want any accidents during the award ceremony. I would be chastised if I end up offending other famous writers.”
Natalie lifted her brows and said, “Okay, then I’ll also agree to let you record my words.” She handed the recorder pen back to Estella, and they both came to an agreement.
As Estella was about leaving the VIP room after they were done talking, she looked back and winked and Natalie. “I’ll come back to see you again if I need more materials.”
Natalie f0rced a smile and said, “Alright, anytime.”
“That’s all,” Natalie said with a long face after sharing with Tasha everything that had happened in the VIP room.
Tasha, who had been sitting next to her, couldn’t help laughing. “This is so interesting. I hadn’t expected you’d actually benefit from those rumors. Even though we’re not aware who exactly set you up, they indeed helped you this time.”
“Things are far from over. Estella needs the dresses immediately. Let’s drop everything we’re working on and rush to make the outfits for her.” After stretching, Natalie stood and said, “It appears that I must go and fetch my toothbrush and sleeping bag. I’ll have to stay in the studio and work nonstop until we get her dresses done.” “Working overtime is not a huge issue. Dalores has gotten under my skin, and I can’t stand it.” Imagining that Dalores had committed such an act, Tasha became enraged. “She just cut the dress and left, leaving us a mess to handle.”
“Here’s what we should do.” Natalie stated firmly, “Contact W Marks’s attorney and ask that he sue Dalores.”
Tasha deduced from Natalie’s demeanor that Draco had likely given her control of the studio’s operations. Tasha cracked a grin and replied, “I know. I’ll get to it with immediate effect.”
Natalie wasted no time in the beginning to design two new gowns for Estella. Soon, it would be time to leave work.
Tasha moved to glance out the window when she noticed Natalie had yet to leave work. “There are no paparazzi outside. Why are you still here? Or do you plan to put in extra hours tonight?”
Natalie, while measuring the fabric, remarked coolly, “These paparazzi have a lot of sneakiness. Thinking that they’ll wait for me in the open would be ridiculous. Since this morning, I have observed a couple more unusual automobiles on both sides of the road.”
“Is there somehow I can help with that?” As soon as Tasha said the words, she noticed Mesue, the b*odyguard, enter the room. “We’ve dealt with the paparazzi and reporters outside. Have no fear.”
Natalie smiled and told Tasha, “You go first. I’ll stay a bit longer and finish this.”
Natalie only began packing her things when she noticed that all of her coworkers had left work. She discovered on her cell phone that all references to her and Draco had been erased from the Internet.
Mesue sorted the drawings and told Natalie, “Don’t worry. Mr. Larson has extensive knowledge in this field. The Larson Group is an umbrella organization consisting of numerous highly effective public relations firms.”
Natalie chuckled and said, “I’m simply frightened of causing my coworkers issues.”
Thankfully, Natalie’s fears did not come true.
Mesue rushed to start the car before Natalie got out of work.
A group of journalists unexpectedly emerged at this time. It was as though they had been waitin
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g for this exact moment. The group had been hiding in the area and surged over to encircle the car all of a sudden.
“Mrs. Larson, could you please explain to us why you cheated on your husband?”
“Rumor has it that you and Mr. Larson have separated for a long period. Is that true?”
“Are you keeping silent because it’s all true?”
They pounded loudly on the tinted windows and shouted questions one after another, without caring if the ones inside heard them or not.
Mesue pulled down the window and yelled at the journalists, “Move out of the way! Else, I’ll drive over all of you!”
Those paparazzi didn’t back down one bit. As they continued to grill Mesue, they positioned microphones in front of her.
Natalie did not dare leave the studio after watching this incident.
She averted her attention and went back to W Marks Studio in silence.
Those moronic reporters had no idea that she hadn’t actually gotten inside the car.
“I’m sorry, Mesue.” Natalie spotted a passage next to the studio after searching for an alternative exit.
Then, Natalie backed up against the wall and slipped away from the studio silently. The number of reporters encircling the automobile became larger and larger. She was increasingly anxious about drawing their attention. Natalie removed her high heels and left the studio stealthily.
She kept unconsciously turning around to glance back as she walked. Natalie took a few steps and discovered that no reporters were following her. Right away, she picked up speed and began running.
“Natalie is not in the car!”
“Natalie is the one who is speeding off with her stilettos.” “Get moving! Get to her!”
Natalie heard her name being called from behind and turned to see a pack of photographers and reporters chasing after her.
She misjudged their skill. She would have stayed hidden in the studio if she had known!