Just then, a woman approached. Rosalind saw her walking directly toward her, and a glance around confirmed there was no one else nearby.
'Are the little cakes over here that much better?'
"Hello…" Chloe greeted her.
Chloe was the one person she had most wanted to meet here. Every show Chloe organized drew massive crowds.
Her studio had already carved out a small niche back home, primarily selling ready-to-wear pieces in mid- to high-end department stores. To expand her market and boost her brand's reputation, getting into one of Chloe's shows would be an incredible shortcut to success.
"Ms. Chloe, hello. I'm Rosalind Lowell." She was nervous, her expression a little stiff.
Chloe didn't seem to mind. "This dress is stunning," she said directly. "It's very distinctive. It has a few minor flaws, but they don't detract from it. And on you, it looks like it was tailor-made, making it easy to overlook those tiny imperfections. I don't recognize the brand—who is it by?"
