"Miss Miller, your skills are incredible. I heard you have your own studio, where is it?"
"Miss Miller, do you have any free time recently? My daughter is going to Roshgard for a major piano competition. Could you design a custom evening gown for her?"
"Miss Miller, are you interested in collaboration? I'd like to represent your fashion brand. When would be a convenient time for us to talk?"
I was almost overwhelmed by this group of affluent ladies, each eager to grab my attention.
To think that a casual remark from Daniel Carter actually came true.
At Mrs. Carter's birthday banquet, I landed a bunch of VIP clients, marking another highlight in my career.
After soothing all these women, I finally took a breath and saw Olivia Gray and her daughter standing on the sidelines.
Amanda Gordon wore a sullen face, pouting, glaring at me with annoyance, though I had no idea how long she'd been doing so.
