“What to do …”
Blanca Roach frowned tightly, her hand squeezing Matthew Grant’s wrist, feeling a bit at a loss.
The launch was about to start, and there were no suitable modeling resources on hand, did she really have to bring Maryann over again.
“Don’t worry.”
Matthew Grant’s eyes were sunken, staring down at her, his tone calm.
“Is there another alternative model, or is there a suitable model among the models showing ordinary models, who can temporarily fill in.”
“At that time, I only picked one model is the most satisfied, so I did not add other alternatives, and the remaining models can not show two models of jewelry in a short period of time.”
Blanca Roach frowned and stared down at her phone with a strained expression.
“Why don’t I go to that model now and find her.”
“She’s out of touch, so she’s probably not coming over.” Matthew Grant took her shoulders in his arms, “Jewelry doesn’t have to be displayed by a model to look good either.”
“Hmm? The model is a professional and knows how to present it.”
“But the designer is the one who knows her work best, and no one can show it better than you.”
“Me?”
Blanca Roach’s eyes widened and she looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
She hadn’t thought at all about going up on stage to present her jewelry herself, especially the main models she had designed specifically for the occasion.
“But I don’t have that experience.”
Matthew Grant hooked the corners of his mouth and reached out to rub the swirl of her hair, his tone soft.
“I, the wife of The Grant family, don’t need that experience, you need to just be yourself.”
“Is that okay?”
Blanca Roach was a little hesitant, she didn’t want to mess up the new launch that she had prepared for so long because of herself.
But now she was faced with no models to show the main models.
“You are the most suitable, there is no one better than you, there is no piece of jewelry that my Matthew Grant’s wife can’t wear.”
The corners of Matthew Grant’s mouth lifted slightly and he looked at her with sunken eyes, trust in his words.
These words provoked Blanca Roach to purse her lips and narrow her eyes in scorn.
“That’s not how you say it.”
“My lady, I can say whatever I want.”
Matthew Grant had an extra smile under his eyes and a doting tone.
He scanned the backstage and waved at Isabel, gesturing for her to come over.
“President Grant, what’s up? Is there a solution yet?”
“Well, Blanca herself came on stage to present.”
“Really?” Isabel sounded surprised, but then burst out laughing, “That’s a good solution, Blanca will definitely be able to wear that jewelry.”
“You just don’t say.”
Blanca Roach’s face reddened slightly as she took Isabel’s arm and stood to the other side.
“Well, why don’t you go ahead and take a seat out front while we get ready.”
“Well, you call me if you need anything.”
Matthew Grant pinched her face and turned to walk towards the front, his back alone showed that he was full of nobility.
When his back was out of sight, Blanca Roach withdrew her eyes, slightly worried in her heart.
She was a designer, in fact, she could not avoid going on stage.
But this was also the first time she had to show her jewelry in person, and one mistake was an accident.
Isabel saw her emotions and took the back of her hand as she walked.
“Just don’t worry, with your temperament, you will look good in any jewelry, you just need to introduce the design concept of the main model well and let everyone be amazed.”
“I’ll try my best.”
Amelia had been hiding in the corner staring at the movement of Blanca Roach’s side, observing if she had a solution.
But suddenly she saw Matthew Grant leave and suddenly had an unsettling feeling in her heart.