Chapter 48 Grand Fashion Competition
The next day, Camila sent her child to school. Then, she went to where the program crew was.
Under the guidance of one of the staff members, she arrived at a room backstage. Inside the room,
only Big Beard, a man with a bushy beard, was busy working behind a desk. When he saw her, he
immediately stood up to greet her with a smile on his face, âCamila! I promise this trip will be worth
your while. This time around, the general level of skill among the participants is relatively high. So,
I'm sure some of the works will catch your fancy.â Camila raised her brows. âIt doesnât matter. This is
going to be the last time!â Big Beard laughingly said, âDonât say that. It's not like it's the first time we
met; 1 witnessed your journey to success!â
Back then, he was still a reporter, and she was a designer. He stalked her every single day, filming
her the entire time. Therefore, he had truly witnessed her journey to success, every step of the way,
up until today. If it wasn't for his request, she would never have agreed to become a judge. She
glanced at him coolly. âYeah, yeah. That is only enough to net you this favor
once.â
"If there are gains this time, won't you consider it next time?â.
TITETIT
"Nope."
Big Beard looked at her emotionally. âCamila, do you know how great your influence is? This time
around, the grand fashion competition managed to obtain more than 20 sponsors, including the
Nolan Group, which is infamous for never participating or sponsoring events. Besides, there were
thousands of submissions! Among them were submissions from various famous designers. And,
they only joined because of
you."
Camila was surprised. âEven the Nolan Group?â âYeah. You've heard of them too? That's one of the
largest companies in Hendrix! In the past, they used to look down on small programs like ours. Even
now, the only reason they sponsored our event is because of the power of your fame as Angel!â he
said.
Pursing her lips secretly, she felt very pleased. I can't believe Silas sponsored the event because of
me. What will happen when he learns that I'm Angel? Will he regret
it?
Suddenly, she looked forward to seeing his reaction when he learned that she was Angel. âWill the
sponsors attend?â
âThey were all invited to attend. Usually, they'd come.â Seeing that she was in a good mood, he
continued his efforts in persuading her again. âWhat do you think? Won't you consider doing this
again? Next time, you can list your own terms and conditions!â âNo way; you know I hate publicity!â
While talking, she gestured behind her. âI'm going to take a look around.â The fashion show was
scheduled to begin at 10 AM. Even so, all the participants were already gathered here; they were
busy doing their final preparations even though it wasn't even 9 AM yet.
There were a total of ten collections. However, each collection required a team of at least five or six
people, which included the designer, the pattern maker, and the models. Each designer had to
showcase four sets of clothing. Therefore, they needed at least five people on their team, even if the
designer themselves modeled their own works on the runway. Meanwhile, the host was also
reviewing the flow of the program. Despite the stage crewsâ best efforts at maintaining order,
backstage of this program crew was as lively and bustling as a marketplace during the day. Camila
deliberately took a peek at the front hall. Quite a lot of spectators had already entered the venue,
but the sponsorsâ seats were empty. Well, it's still early. They certainly wouldn't arrive so early. Thus,
she headed back the way she came and went to rest in the lounge prepared by the program crew.
Just as she was about to take a seat, Lyla walked in with an expression of disbelief. âIt's really you!
Why are you here? Did you join the grand competition too?â Seeing that it was Lyla, Camila raised
her brows and glared at her. âThat's none of your business. Get out.â
However, Lyla did not leave. Instead, she glanced about the room, sizing it up. âWhere is your team?
Don't tell me it's just you?â