Chapter 1013: Chapter 1013: Thank you, Miss Thompson.
When Charlotte Thompson arrived backstage, she found Zara Ward in tears with her staff.
"Boss, have we really made it big?" Among them, the boy named Steven Taylor was crying the hardest, with snot and tears streaming down.
"When I came over earlier, I had someone do a divination, and they said we were definitely going to be hit big today," the youngest girl said, sniffling.
"Boss, let’s go out for a meal after this is over."
Zara Ward carefully wiped the tears from her face, then smiled and said, "Sure, you guys pick the place; it’s my treat today, and we’re not going home until we’re drunk."
Charlotte stood not too far away, unsure of when she could join the conversation.
It was the youngest girl with sharp eyes who noticed Charlotte, her voice trembling slightly: "Miss Thompson."
The girl’s voice drew everyone’s attention to her, and Zara Ward was the first to approach Charlotte.
Zara Ward looked at Charlotte excitedly: "Thank you, Miss Thompson."
Charlotte flashed her a brilliant smile and then hugged Zara Ward.
"Congratulations on the successful conclusion of your fashion show."
Zara Ward hugged Charlotte back with warmth: "How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"
Hearing this, Charlotte couldn’t help but look at Zara Ward with a mixture of laughter and tears.
The designers at Zara Ward’s studio created pieces that were each more beautiful and ethereal than the last; how had they all turned out to be such enthusiastic eaters in person?
"Let’s not rush to dinner, the interviews are what’s most important right now," Charlotte reminded them.
"Yes, yes, yes, the interview! I almost forgot about that," Zara Ward slapped her own head and was about to head outside but was stopped by Charlotte.
"Do you plan to meet the reporters and have the interview looking like that?" Charlotte glanced at Zara Ward.
"Is there a problem?" Zara Ward looked down at the outfit she’d specially prepared for the day, seeing no issues.
Eventually, Steven Taylor spotted what was wrong; he patted Zara Ward’s arm, "Boss, now I see how badly you cried earlier; your makeup is all smudged."
Zara Ward’s expression changed, and she frantically looked for a mirror while mumbling, "But I made sure to cry so carefully..."
"It seems your makeup isn’t very waterproof. When you earn some money, buy something better," Steven Taylor teased.
After that, Steven Taylor turned to look at Charlotte with an embarrassed expression, then bowed his head and said.
"I apologize, Miss Thompson; I spoke ill of you behind your back."
"What’s the big deal? It was my own fault, wasn’t it? Shouldn’t I allow others to criticize me?" Charlotte said with a smile.
Compared to those who flattered her because of her status, Charlotte preferred real people like Zara Ward and Steven Taylor.
"Alright, everyone go and get ready again, we have to face the media soon."
As Charlotte spoke, she also turned and headed toward the interview area.
It seemed like all the media present were waiting for Charlotte’s arrival, and as soon as they saw her, they didn’t wait for her to reach the interview spot before they rushed over.
Charlotte was taken aback, stepping back a few steps, but the reporters’ microphones were already pushed toward her face.
At the same time, the reporters started bombarding Charlotte with questions.
However, few of the questions related to the day’s highly successful fashion show.