Introducing himself, Devonte said, âMiss Foster, Iâm Devonte Frazier.
â
âNice to meet you, Mr.
Frazier.
â
âI caught a glimpse of your makeup work earlier.
It truly stands out and has made a lasting impression on me.
â
Raegan replied, âCrescent mainly offers traditional style series, which you donât see much around here.
If you have any ideas or feedback, Iâm all ears.
Iâll do my best to adjust without losing our unique style.
â
Most celebrities preferred wearing gowns from international designers, and embracing a traditional style could be a new concept for some.
Nevertheless, Raegan was open to feedback but intended to keep the traditional essence intact.
If pushed to adopt a completely foreign style, Raegan would opt out of the project.
âCrescentâ was born from Raeganâs motherâs dream to spread traditional culture.
She didnât want to compromise its uniqueness merely for profit.
Devonte clarified, shaking his head, âOh, youâve got me wrong.
I actually find your work very appealing.
Iâm quite pleased.
â
Raegan was surprised to hear Devonteâs candid praise.
She felt joy for his appreciation for Crescentâs dedication to traditional style.
âThank you for choosing Crescent.
â
âThereâs no need for thanks.
Iâm the lucky one here.
Had it not been for Mr.
Dixonâs recommendation, Iâd have lost the chance of seeing such a fabulous gala to come.
â
Raegan, caught off guard, asked, âWhich Mr.
Dixon might you be talking about?â
Devonte raised an eyebrow, never expecting Raeganâs Lack of knowledge of Mitchelâs involvement.
Devonte shared, âMitchel Dixon, the CEO of Dixon Group and my former classmate.
â
Raegan was initially taken aback that a significant entity like Arthen Entertainment would take note of their startup studio.
Suddenly, it all clicked.
Devonte reassured her, âBut please donât read too much into it.
Our selection process is rigorous.
It wasnât just a favor.
Your studioâs makeup won our committeeâs approval with a 7 to 3 vote.
â
Raegan was at a loss for words.
On her way back, Raegan checked her phone in the car.
She then saw unread messages waiting for her.
She had muted Mitchelâs messages and, because she was part of many work groups, Mitchelâs messages got lost in the shuffle.
The first message from Mitchel was a simple query.
âWill you come today?â
Quickly after, another one came through.
âI miss you.
â
Raegan paused, a warm feeling spreading across her face.
She reflected on the quiet ways Mitchel had supported her, recognizing he had plenty of chances to boast in her presence but chose not to.
In light of this, she thought she might have been too tough on him.
After giving it some thought and considering what he was going through, she decided to give Mitchel a call to see how he was.