Chapter 272 Frank Emerson
The organizers had clearly put much effort into the setup of the evening fashion show.
To ensure that she would not miss any of the sessions. Christina had prepared herself well in advance and, arrived promptly at the location provided by Zele.
When Zele saw Christina, who was dressed to her nines, she could not help but study the young woman in front of her. Her fair skin was smooth and dewy, and even though she was not tall, she had perfect body proportions.
Her delicate features made her look like a doll, and despite her watery eyes, she gave off a sense that she didn’t belong there and looked almost surreal.
Even a woman would be stunned by her beauty, let alone a man.
Zele curled her lips. “You’ve dressed up well you won’t be embarra*sing me by walking by my side.”
Hearing that, Christina lowered her head to look at her outfit. She had spent a hefty amount on the outfit, for it was a new design by Romina. She even had to ask her mentor to buy it for her.
Even though Laurel said that she could give it to Christina as a gift, Christina was capable of bearing the cost, so she did not wish to take advantage of her mentor.
It was not as if her money was getting poured down the gutter for this outfit would not embarra*s her in public.
“Come on. The show is about to start.”
Zele then led Christina in with the entrance tickets.
The decoration starting from the entrance was lavish, for the place was filled with best–selling items designed by Romina. Even now, the items seemed trendy.
There were two people Christina looked up to–Laurel and Romina.
Romina’s designs were unique, and yet, they encompa*sed a hint of her own style. For example, the ta*sel rose clip she designed had been trending for years, and some celebrities still used it now.
Christina enthusiastically took numerous photos, capturing the intricate details of the items.
Zele glanced at her and said. “Can you stop taking photos everywhere as if you’re a hillbilly? Has your mentor never brought you to another designer’s show?”
Christina retorted, “Of course not. It’s because it’s…” It’s Romina’s show, and that’s why I’m so excited!
Zele did not intend to listen to her explanation, however. “You’ve seen the news, right? Margaret is now more popular than you, and that’s because I gave her opportunities.”
Christina was not a fool; she immediately grasped what message Zele was trying to give her. Nevertheless, she did not care about opportunities.
If not for Romina’s show, Christina would not have wanted to interact with Zele unnecessarily.
Unfortunately, I owe her a favor. Thus, she had to bear with it.
Zele continued, “To be honest, you’re talented. What you’re missing is an opportunity. Why don’t you mull over becoming my apprentice instead? I can give you opportunities and squeeze you into the upper- cla*s social circle.”
As she spoke, she deliberately showed off the watch on her wrist. It was the latest model of a luxury brand. and Christina knew that it sold for millions.
Fame and achievements. Those seemed like everyone’s ultimate goals in their careers.
Christina only wished to get to the top with hard work instead of relying on her connections.
While she was thinking of how she should give an inoffensive reply to Zele with a smile, the music in the room interrupted their conversation.
The opening music was an upbeat Anglandurn song. When the first model went on stage, everyone turned to look at them.
Christina quietly took photos of the scene, soaking up every moment of the show with delight.
No wonder Romina doesn’t sell her tickets to outsiders. Her works are on a different level, and the individuals who can get her tickets are people of higher social status who’ll understand her works.
When Christina scanned her surroundings, she noticed that the guests consisted of well–known celebrities. and socialites. Evidently, the show was a grand event.
Christina feasted her eyes on the show. She even found several interesting elements that she found beautiful.
As expected of a giant in the fashion industry. I feel enlightened.
By the time the show came to an end, it was almost ten. When Christina was about to leave the venue. Zele invited her to the event’s celebratory banquet.
Christina did not like to socialize, but she felt it would be rude to leave right after she watched a free show. so she accepted Zele’s invitation after a moment of hesitation.
The people chatted away at the venue of the celebratory banquet.
Zele had a wide social network, so the moment she entered the venue, someone came over to greet her. She was in her element as she conversed with the others in the least offending gentle manner.
Christina watched Zele chat away with her friends. Every once in a while, she would take a gla*s of champagne for Zele as if she was Zele’s a*sistant.
After walking around the venue, Zele grew tired, so the two of them went to rest in a corner.
“I’m exhausted. You’ve performed well. I never thought you’d be wittier than Margaret, Zele said, recalling how Christina had helped her receive name cards that the guests pa*sed to Zele. Christina had even updated the others about the studio’s progress.
Undoubtedly, Christina excelled over Margaret in social settings.
“Ms. Zele, you speak too highly of me,” Christina muttered with a sheepish chuckle. She had gotten a free ticket, so she did not see any issue with her being Zele’s a*sistant temporarily.
Right then, a voice interrupted their conversation. “Zele, it’s been a long while. You’ve grown even more
beautiful.”
Christina lifted her head to see a plump man in his forties. The smile on his face told Christina how frivolous he was,
“Oh, it’s you, Mr. Emerson. It’s been a while!” Zele greeted enthusiastically before hooking her arm around the man’s shoulder.
There were all kinds of prominent figures at the event, but Christina had yet to see Zele greeting anyone with such pa*sion.
Hence, she deduced that the two had to know each other well.
As Frank fixed his gaze on Christina, he asked. “Is she your apprentice? This is my first time seeing her.”
“She’s a designer. Christina, do greet him. He’s Mr. Frank Emerson, the editor–in–chief for the top three fashion magazines. Zele shot Christina a look, motioning her to greet him.
Christina hastily greeted, “Hello, Mr. Emerson.”
Frank chuckled before putting his hand on Christina’s shoulder without hesitation. “You’re such a young designer. The younger ones are formidable indeed VIS is planning to have a designer column for its next edition. I’d like to invite you to be my main guest.”
Christina was too distracted to hear what Frank had said as she was too preoccupied with moving back to avoid his hand.
If not for Zele, she would have slapped him.
Frank froze, and the atmosphere turned awkward.
Zele smiled and quickly salvaged the situation. “Mr. Emerson, please don’t take this to heart. She’s young and foolish. You can just talk to me about the column.” As she spoke, her smile turned sickly sweet.
The way Zele was trying to butter Frank up disgusted Christina.
Zele seems successful, but is it possible that she achieved it by currying favor with others? It can’t be, right?
Frank’s expression lightened up a little at that. “Christina seems fine. Let’s agree on a time and talk when we’re free again.”
“Sure, just leave this to me,” Zele answered.
Before Frank left, he spared another glance at Christina. It was a lecherous gaze that Christina found revolting.
