"Keep working hard, Pat… Someday, it will be our day, if we try."
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It was as if the drama had seeped into her bloodstream, even her words of consolation came out as one with her breath, as if Nongnapat's insides were already very bruised. She had been through so much throughout her life, so much that she herself could not erase it from her common sense, even though she was in an environment she liked.
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After more than 20 minutes, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. The heart-wrenching melody slowly faded, just in time with the piano music that elegantly played like the sky after the rain. The holographic projector stopped making artificial rain and switched to creating small fireflies flying in the air. The large LED screen that used to be the backdrop now dispelled the gloomy clouds and created a bright rainbow instead. The stone castles in medieval Europe had now turned into a fairytale paradise.
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The guests applauded the presentation technology from abroad. The loud banging sound jolted Nongnapat out of her reverie. She focused on the work again and began to notice that the hydraulics behind the stage were moving.
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"Screech! Boom!"
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"Limone Beauduen!", "That's right, you're really beautiful!", "Wow, you really did invest in wearing the Finnere dress yourself?".....etc.
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All sorts of questions from the audience after seeing the famous designer's body with their own eyes for the first time. In a fluffy princess-style dress that matched the concept of "Limone Beauduen", it was lifted up by hydraulics from under the floor. Her body was as graceful as a white swan princess of Catalonia. Every step she took was as slow as someone had pressed the pause button in slow motion. The music played along with the atmosphere. Spell everything into a trance of silence.
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"Awesome, really awesome. This is the real you?"
Nongnapat trembled. She couldn't stand it anymore and had to pound her temples with her fists, asking for permission to do something wrong.
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"My brain is too small to remember all of these things! I'm sorry, Monsieur La Noube. I really can't stand it. The more I see the flashes from the stands, the more I regret it. Let me take pictures of these memories as souvenirs."
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Having said that, her outdated iPhone was pulled out of her pocket. The flashes that had been blaring before made her no longer anxious. She pressed the shutter to capture countless pictures. Relying on herself as the main character, she was able to get better angles than anyone else. It's true that being a good designer should prioritize the clothes she designed, but in this case, there must be some exceptions. Because Nongnapat couldn't separate the importance of the two things. Limon and the clothes were like one. It was beautiful in both the clothes and the person.
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"Lady and Jeterman Give a round of applause to honor the honorary model in the Finery dress, the number one designer of all mankind! Limone Beauduin!!!"
As soon as she walked to the turning point in front of her, the host announced loudly. The audience stood up and applauded to honor her. It became a magnificent and magnificent scene. Nongnapat could feel the pride in her profession spilling out of this idol to the fullest. She didn't know how many months, years, or centuries it would take before she would have an opportunity like this.
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Limone spread both her hands. She bowed her head slightly to thank him… After a while, the host continued.
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"And what could not be missed, if it weren't for him, today's fashion show would not have happened. Give a round of applause to welcome the president of Bomache'… Mr. Emmanuel Gaston! Yes!!!"
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All the light bulbs in the event hall went out completely! Everything around them went black! She couldn't even see her own hands. Suddenly, the small light bulbs embedded in the catwalk started doing their job. Pink light gradually shot up at intervals, changing the path on the grass to look no different from an airport runway. The follow lights that had been staring at Limone before gradually changed their shade from amber to light pink. Moreover, they split into two directions, focusing on the handsome half-Italian god who was walking out from behind.
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His sharp face, sharp and fierce eyes, and his high, curved nose. His shiny golden hair was something that was hard to find in men in this region. This was the true identity of a European man. It was a charm that came from his DNA genes without any genetic modification. Emmanuel Gaston walked straight forward. Just by dragging his feet lightly, the girls at the event became weak and weak as if under a spell, including his best friend Anda, who was about to collapse and die on the catwalk.
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"Is this the chairman? Am I working for the crown prince? How can he be so handsome and heart-wrenching...
Oh my gosh!! Phas, I love him, he's so cute, Mr. President ^0^"
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Anda sent another message to Nongnaphat, but this time there was no reply. Why? Because even Nongnaphat herself was in the same situation!
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The image on the LED screen behind her started to change again. This time it turned into a sweet pink color with a huge heart shape. The interactive technology itself created thousands of small heart-shaped holograms. They squeezed out through the gaps of the stone tiles and slowly floated up into the air before bursting. Bam! It came out as pink mist, sparkling all over the area.
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Nongnaphat's heart almost melted because Gaston finally arrived at where she was standing. At that moment, she realized that it wasn't just his face that was perfect. Even his body was incomparably perfect. At first glance, she could tell that this was the personality of someone who exercised regularly. Height about 185 cm. Shoulders are broad and strong. Arms are muscular and not flabby.
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"With a body like this, anything looks good on her. How great would it be if this man wore our clothes? Aww! So embarrassing! And then there's the part where he takes off his shirt! Crazy! What are you thinking, Pat? It's disgusting!"
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"Oops…."
The young woman tried her best to gather her wits and composure, but her eyes were still fixed on this half-breed man, unyielding.
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"Who are you? Did you walk out of my dream…?" The slender figure left it like that.