Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Get Well Soon
Charlotte Thompson walked over and sat down by the bed, looking left and right before asking with a smile, "Where’s Annie?"
At her words, a touch of joy spread across Annie Anne’s slightly flushed face as she responded, "Today’s Tuesday, Annie has gone to kindergarten."
It was then that Charlotte finally understood.
No wonder Grace Thompson hadn’t been clamoring to see Olivia Thompson lately, it turned out she was at kindergarten.
Chuckling, she leaned back and gave Annie’s slightly tense hand a comforting pat, saying, "Annie, get well soon."
Upon hearing this, Annie dropped her gaze slightly. In her eyes flickered a strong sense of resolve and relaxation. She nodded firmly in response and clasped Charlotte’s hand, her voice as bright as ever.
"Okay."
After a short visit, Charlotte didn’t plan to tell Annie about the show she was participating in. After all, if it weren’t for the accident, Annie would have been invited too.
She let out a light sigh.
Bringing it up might only bring back painful memories for Annie.
When she left the hospital, a light rain had started to fall outside. She sat in a daze in the car for a bit before driving home.
Joining a variety show wasn’t just merely fun and games, proper preparations were still necessary.
After searching and collecting plenty of materials from the internet, she busied herself with various designs and concepts until her brain was clear. Then, Lincoln Smith called.
Picking up the phone, she cleared her throat, her voice somewhat hoarse from not having spoken for a while.
"Hello? Producer Smith?"
A chuckling voice came from the other side.
"Miss Thompson, we’ve finished the preparations on our side. You can come over to prepare for recording tomorrow."
His voice was filled with obvious delight, as if he was in a good mood.
Impressed by their efficiency, Charlotte raised an eyebrow and replied, "Alright, I’ll be there on time tomorrow."
After hanging up, she covered her mouth with her hand and yawned before standing up from in front of the computer and walking towards the bed behind her.
A good night’s sleep.
The next day, a car from the production team would arrive within the hour. Charlotte had woken up early, ready before Jordan Thompson even took the kids to kindergarten.
Picking out a crimson qipao from her wardrobe, she casually pinned up her ink-black hair with a wooden hairpin, which was scented slightly.
The qipao showcased her graceful figure perfectly, and the black high heels added an elegant chill.
The production team’s car arrived shortly afterward, and they arrived at the shooting location in no time.
The production team had invested a lot in the venue, making it understated yet luxurious. Every designer and celebrity competing in the show was provided with a makeup room and a resting room.
Even makeup artists were available.
After exiting the car, Charlotte looked around curiously. Her gaze paused slightly, and surprise flickered in her eyes.
There was a familiar face not far off.
As though aware of her gaze, the girl turned around in confusion. There was a light layer of makeup on her palm-sized face, and she wore a pink professional suit. Her short hair was tied up into a neat bun.
When their eyes met, the girl cheered, then came running over and halted in front of Charlotte, her face full of delight. "Sis, why are you only just arriving? I was about to call you."