Chapter 233: Chapter 223 Press Conference (5)
Translator: 549690339
The seating arrangement for the show in the conference hall had the front rows reserved, while the backside positions were more casual.
Joseph Allen knew that Daisy Zane was coming and deliberately left a seat next to him open for her.
However, Daisy Zane followed Harton Clark, and her seat was five or six seats apart from Joseph Allen’s.
With five or six people in between, sometimes Joseph Allen could not even see her. Even if he could see her, he could only catch a glimpse of her profile.
The seating of Harton Clark and Daisy Zane was also quite coincidental.
It was just far enough from where Tom Wayne and his group were sitting that the two groups couldn’t see each other.
It was, however, easy to look up and see Amelia Miles on the opposite side of the catwalk.
Daisy Zane didn’t pay much attention to Amelia Miles, after glancing at her once, she never noticed her again.
But Amelia Miles’ attention had always been on Daisy Zane and the exceptionally handsome man sitting next to her with an air of nobility and a strong aura.
Hill Dawson sat next to Daisy Zane, while Anisa Cooper sat behind her. Anisa said indignantly when she saw Amelia keep looking in their direction, “Why does she keep staring? Can I charge her money if she keeps looking?”
“Why bother looking at her when there are so many beautiful clothes to look at?” Hill Dawson said.
“Good point.” Anisa watched the show for a while and said, “The color palette for this year’s clothes is quite cold.”
“It’s for the winter season. The colors are chosen according to the seasons. This is the traditional winter keynote color.” Daisy Zane explained while watching, “This year’s main theme is to cater to the cold tones of winter. This is a traditional color, bronze blue. Color of the beginning of ice.”
Harton Clark looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Although her voice was cold and emotionless, he sensed her strong interest in the clothes.
Moreover… she was very knowledgeable.
“Apart from the main color, bronze blue, this outfit has a longer layer beneath the cuffs and the skirt hem in stone green, which is a traditional color and also a winter keynote color, the color of the ice joining.” Daisy Zane explained quietly. “This is the color of ice.”
“Daisy, how do you know all this so clearly?” Anisa looked at her in admiration.
Although the official website stated that the main color for this winter was the
traditional bronze blue, it did not introduce the other matching colors.
For someone like Anisa, she would only say that the cuffs are in a dark green color and would not be able to specifically say the color is stone green.
Daisy Zane gave her a “go ahead and adore your Daisy” look before continuing to watch the show.
However, Hill Dawson felt that something about the situation seemed off.
The clothing styles of Cloud Clothes and Rainbow Skirts covered a wide range.
There were trendy styles, vintage styles, Western styles, Chinese styles, a mix of Chinese and Western, a mix of ancient and modern, and so on.
Moreover, not only were the main colors different every year, but the styles would also change significantly.
The most important thing was that the clothes were always beautiful, eye-catching, and fashionable. No matter what the style or design, these three points would never be lost.
Each outfit was stunning as soon as it appeared.
And this year’s focus was entirely on the Chinese traditional trend.
Not only did the elements on the clothes reflect it, but the designs also followed the Chinese style route.
Some conveyed an air of elegance and sophistication, others exuded a sense of chivalry while some had an ethereal, otherworldly charm that seemed detached from the mundane world.
The clothes resonated with the entire venue, giving it an elegant charm.
“The finale this year should still be the haute couture dress designed by Shopie Easton, right?” Hill Dawson deliberately asked Daisy Zane.
Daisy Zane glanced at her, knowing she wanted to probe her relationship with Joseph Allen, or with Cloud Clothes and Rainbow Skirts.
Hill Dawson looked back at her.
After a moment, Daisy Zane lightly smiled and raised her eyebrows, “I don’t know.” Hill Dawson: “…Really don’t know.”
“Yes.”
Daisy Zane really didn’t know. She didn’t go backstage, nor did she see the process. She didn’t even know which design drafts Joseph Allen took from her.
Joseph Allen, unlike Felix Baker, didn’t need her to manage anything and never rushed her to submit drafts.
When she submitted drafts, Joseph Allen would use them. Otherwise, the company had many designers, Joseph Allen had his own designs and the company would not be affected.
As if afraid of putting pressure on her, Joseph Allen would always reassure her that as the chief designer, she had reached this position and didn’t have to participate in designing every year.
The most they discussed regarding the company was the main color theme of each year.
Hill Dawson looked at her again, thinking that she might be overthinking, so she didn’t say anything and continued watching the show.
At the end of the one and a half hour show, the finale was indeed a haute couture dress designed by Shopie Easton.
The main color was bronze blue, with a silk fabric. From top to bottom, the bronze blue gradually lightened, and by the time it reached the bottom of the skirt hem, it had turned white.
The white waistband echoed the white bottom, and it featured hand-embroidered plum blossoms.
There were scattered diamonds on the dress.
It was like an iceberg on a snowy mountain, shining cold rays of light under the sunlight. Pure and cold, the chill was intimidating.
However, with the addition of the plum blossom embellishment, the coldness was softened by a touch of brilliance.
It was a very high-class design, and the silk fabric was very smooth. As the model walked, the skirt swayed, and with it, so did a divine aura, as if floating with every step.
It was reminiscent of a reclusive master from the martial arts world. Divine and ethereal, yet free-spirited and full of charm.
Ever since the model appeared, the scene was filled with exclamations of awe.
Shopie Easton’s designs always had no overly complicated decorations, they were simple and clean. But they always had a sense of luxury and left people amazed.
“Ah! Daisy, this dress is so beautiful.” Anisa Cooper covered her mouth in awe and said, “Does Shopie have no design bottleneck? Why are her designs always stunning every year?”
Daisy Zane said nothing. She had not yet encountered a bottleneck in her fashion design.
Only when facing people like Felix Baker, who constantly pressed her for drafts, would she experience a creative bottleneck.
Kevin Clark looked at her and could feel her good mood since they arrived at the showground.
It seemed that his little girl just hated shopping, but she still loved to see beautiful clothes.
As he thought this, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly made two noises.
Judging by the sound, it was Daisy Zane’s phone. Just after coming out of the restroom, Daisy had given her phone to Kevin to hold onto.
Daisy also heard the sound and looked sideways at him.
Kevin took out the phone, held it in his hand, and said to her, “Call me elder brother, and I’ll give you the phone.”
Anisa Cooper was already leaning close to Daisy Zane, almost resting on her back. But after hearing Kevin’s voice, she laughed once and immediately moved back a little.
Daisy Zane raised her phoenix eyes to look at him, showing a hint of chill in her beautiful eyes.
Kevin smiled as he looked at her, genuinely waiting for her to call him “elder brother.”
Daisy Zane looked at him for two more seconds, then suddenly closed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and reached up to cover her right eye.
Kevin’s smile vanished instantly, and he asked with concern, “What’s wrong? Is your eye uncomfortable?”
“What’s going on? Did something get in her eye?” asked Hill Dawson.
“Daisy, what’s wrong?” Anisa Cooper asked nervously.
As a result, Daisy Zane, with her eyes closed, sensed the position of her cell phone and directly took it from Kevin’s hand.
She grabbed the phone, opened her eyes, and sat down properly. The whole movement was smooth and fast.
While the others were still stunned, Daisy Zane had already acted as if nothing had happened and opened her phone to check the messages inside.
Hill Dawson:
Kevin looked at his empty hand, hesitated for a moment.
Then he looked at her, grinded his teeth, and with a hint of ferocity in his tone but gentleness in his eyes, he said, “Naughty girl, you tricked me.” “Hmm, what’s wrong?” Daisy Zane raised her head to look at him.
“I…” Kevin squeezed her fingers a little tighter, then said in a deflated tone, “Nothing. ”
What could he do? He had to spoil his little girl.
Daisy Zane heard his satisfactory answer, lowered her head to look at her phone, and replied to a message.
Anisa Cooper looked at Kevin, who seemed to have no choice but to spoil her, and lowered her head to laugh.
But after laughing for only two seconds, she was stared at by Kevin. Her heart trembled, and she immediately dared not laugh anymore. She even moved closer to Hill Dawson to hide.
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