Sylvia headed straight to the show venue. She went nowhere else, directly entering the backstage area of the X brand show after getting out of the car.
Backstage was in chaos. Models were running around anxiously, and staff members were shouting, “Everyone, please stay calm. We will find a solution.”
“Isn’t it just damaged? Designer X will be here soon.”
“Has Mr. Carr been informed?”
“Hurry! We can’t hold it together.”
Sylvia frowned. What on earth had happened?
She pushed through the chaotic crowd.
In the center, surrounded by many people, was a heap of tattered clothes, almost none of which were intact.
These clothes were the new season’s pieces from X brand, meant for the show.
Now they were all ruined. How could the show go on?
The show seemed doomed.
Everyone’s face was clouded with worry.
Was the security at the venue really this poor?
How could such a situation occur?
After all, the combined value of their brand’s clothes was significant, each piece representing the designers’ hard work.
Sylvia’s expression turned icy. “Weren’t there backup samples? Didn’t we bring them this time?”
Their brand always prepared two sets of samples for each show as a precaution.
“Designer X!” The operations director, seeing Sylvia, rushed over excitedly as if seeing a savior. “You’re finally here. All these clothes are damaged to varying degrees. What should we do? Most of the backup samples are here, but a few pieces don’t have backups. Should we… skip those?”
Sylvia glanced at the operations director with a blank expression. “The show schedule is fixed. If we skip pieces, the time will be shortened. What then?”
“But… Designer X, we can’t make new ones on-site in time! We can’t even replace them with other designs!” The operations director was about to tear his hair out.
Sylvia’s gaze fell on the pile of tattered clothes on the floor. These were once perfectly ironed new designs, now reduced to rags. The financial loss and the impact on the show were immeasurable.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them. “Bring me the pieces without backups. The show will go on as planned! Are the backup samples all ironed?”
“They’re ironed and ready for the show,” a staff member quickly replied.
“Good.” Sylvia nodded and instructed other staff to find needles, thread, and scissors.
The operations director brought over six damaged samples with a worried look. “These are the ones without backups.”
Sylvia signaled him to place the clothes on the workbench and began repairing them with needle and thread.
The operations director was stunned. “Designer X, are you going to mend them now? Will you make it in time? Won’t the stitches be noticeable?”
“I’m reworking them based on the original designs. Just prepare for the show,” Sylvia said calmly but with an undeniable authority.
The models, who had worked with X brand for a long time, were also shocked. “Oh my God! Is Designer X really creating on-site?”
“I don’t think she can finish in time,” one model worriedly looked at Sylvia’s delicate hands. “Those hands don’t look like they handle needles and thread… Can she really make clothes?”
“Designing sketches and actual sewing are different!”
“Exactly!”
“Stop talking and wait and see.”
The models continued trying on clothes and getting their makeup done, while everyone backstage resumed their tasks in an orderly manner.
The models soon donned the first batch of outfits for the show.
“The show starts in ten minutes. Everyone line up!”
“Yes!”
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
As the music started, the first model gracefully walked out, followed by the second and third…
Meanwhile, Sylvia remained at the workbench, focused on salvaging the clothes.
The start of the show didn’t seem to affect her.
Unnoticed, a fine layer of sweat had formed on her nose.
She kept her eyes on the clothes, making various modifications.
Finally, she finished one piece, then another…
The models completed their first walk and returned to change into the next set of outfits.
Music continued to play from the front, while the operations director occasionally glanced at Sylvia. Each time she completed a redesign, a staff member would take it for ironing and drying to maintain its best condition.
In the audience, Cassandra sat in the back row wearing a mask. She didn’t dare sit in the front row.
She stared intently at the stage, thinking to herself, “Let’s see what you do now! All your clothes are ruined. Let’s see how you handle this.”
But to her surprise, the models came out wearing perfectly intact outfits.
She was shocked.
How could this be?
Didn’t her father say he had someone ruin all their clothes?
Did they bring backups?
Even if they did, not all of them could have backups!
Cassandra’s face twisted under her mask.
She didn’t dare sit in the front row or let anyone recognize her.
So she wore a mask to witness Sylvia’s brand’s downfall.
She waited and waited!
She waited until she almost felt dazed.
No! It’s impossible!
Wasn’t there supposed to be 89 outfits in this show? She would wait patiently then.
Cassandra couldn’t help but smile wickedly at this thought.
She calmed down and continued to wait quietly, eager to see how Sylvia would manage when there weren’t enough outfits.
Hmph!
However, as she waited and waited, it seemed like the show was about to end.
The models still wore perfectly intact outfits on stage.
Moreover, the last few outfits were exceptionally beautiful and elegant.
Cassandra used to like X brand’s clothes and had bought quite a few pieces.
But now that she knew Sylvia designed them, she had thrown away or discarded all those clothes last night.
Not only Cassandra found it strange; some guests started discussing it too.
“The last six pieces look different from what was shown online! Did they redesign them? They look even better now. I want to order!”
“They’re amazing! So beautiful!”
“Really innovative and stunning.”
When Designer X came out with all the models for a final bow, Cassandra was still in shock.
How could this be?
How could this happen?
All the clothes were supposed to be ruined. How did Sylvia manage to complete this show with such praise?
She was so angry she almost tore off her mask to curse Sylvia but held back.
She took a deep breath and quietly headed for the exit.
Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Her father wouldn’t lie. So… what exactly happened?
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
Meanwhile, Sylvia’s six reworked outfits became an instant trending topic online.
“What kind of divine clothes are these? They perfectly match my taste.”
“Yeah! They’re gorgeous.”
“I want to buy them now! When will they be available?”
Netizens were buzzing with excitement.
At that moment, Sylvia was discussing what to do next with the operations director.
“The previous six designs have already been patterned and sent to production. At least hundreds of pieces are being made. What should we do?” The operations director was on the verge of collapse. “What if they don’t sell?”
Given how well Sylvia’s new designs performed at the show, they would undoubtedly sell well.
But what about the old designs? Would they become unsold inventory?
Sylvia raised an eyebrow. “Market them as limited editions. Say they’re exclusive designs.”
“Exclusive designs?” The operations director was stunned. “Will that work?”
Sylvia smiled. “Why not? Don’t you know X brand’s influence? Different people have different tastes. Some will prefer new designs; others will love old ones. And if we label them as limited editions, they’ll sell well.”
It’s also a marketing strategy, isn’t it?
At Franklin’s residence in the presidential mansion, he was handling official business when the president barged into his study in casual attire.
“Are you ready for tomorrow’s meeting?”
Franklin looked up at him with his dark eyes. The president had mentioned an important meeting a few days ago.
But he didn’t feel it was that important.
“Yes,” he responded calmly.
The president looked at him with satisfaction. “You are my successor. Rest assured, everything I have will be yours as long as you obey.”
Franklin didn’t bother with pleasantries and continued reading his documents.
The president left without getting angry or upset despite being ignored.
As he left, Franklin’s gaze fell on a tablet nearby that had just displayed a news alert.
“X Brand Show Explodes! New Designs Drive Socialites Crazy!”
That was Sylvia’s brand…
He couldn’t help but click on the news and saw pictures of elegant models wearing X brand’s new designs on stage.
There were also pictures of the designer taking a bow at the end.
Seeing that slender figure, he couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch the beautiful face in the photo…
“Sylvia…”