Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 374 Rumor With only two hours remaining until the gala, Raegan was diligently ensuring every detail backstage was perfect, aiming for a flawless event.

Arthen Entertainment's gala, broadcast live annually, was a spectacle of fashion and talent.

As the celebrities debuted on stage in their stunning outfits, the live comments lit up with excitement.

"Wow! Look at their outfits!" "If only I had grander words than just exclamation marks!" "The traditional style is unbeatable.

The designs are breathtaking!" "It's my first time having laid eyes on this elegant yet fashionable attire.

They're simply majestic!" "Arthen Entertainment has truly outdone itself with this gala." "This event is unparalleled. Arthen Entertainment has set a new standard." The flood of comments reflected a unanimous appreciation for the evolution of traditional attire, catching everyone by surprise.

This moment wasn't just about fashion. It symbolized a deeper connection. The youth, living in peaceful times, showcased their deep- rooted love for their heritage through their enthusiasm for traditional styles presented by celebrities, instilling a sense of national pride.

As Raegan observed the online viewership numbers climb, her eyes filled with tears of joy. The years of

hard work and dedication were finally bearing fruit, "Mom, can you see this? The traditional costumes you believed in, once thought to be sidelined by mainstream fashion, are now embraced and loved by so many... I hope this brings you joy..." Raegan silently said.

The gala exceeded all expectations, achieving record-breaking viewership ratings. The designs from the Crescent instantly became the talk of the town.

Raegan, having spent nearly an entire day backstage at Arthen Entertainment, was so engrossed in her duties that she barely had any time to eat.

After the main event concluded, Raegan and her team found themselves in a brief lull, their primary responsibilities over, leaving them to

await the event's end and manage the post-show clothing logistics.

Judd, Raegan's assistant, insisted they take a break for their day's first meal.

They settled into a discreet corner of the lounge, where Judd had arranged for some warm food to be delivered, and they began to eat.

lounge, spacious and segmented by partitions, carried the murmur of conversations

mistook her for a new model. Both her demeanor and looks are remarkable." "What intrigues me more than

Miss Foster doesn't appear to have much

newcomer

her success be linked to a certain kind of relationship..." The speculation veered into unseemly territory, suggesting impropriety in how Raegan might have secured the contract, a

been reassigned to support Raegan in all her external engagements, a move Erick made

Crescent's newcomer status domestically, its bespoke clothing services were renowned among

craft, her interactions with clients

yourself, They're unaware And enlightening them would be as effective as talking to a brick wall. Why

through deeds, not debate," she continued, the positive reception to their work

and the criticisms

comment could distract from one's vision and

and urged him, "Please sit down and eat quickly. We have to be at the venue

pace, found Raegan's composed demeanor

by her serenity, he settled down to eat, albeit with

you at all?" judd couldn't help but ask

Ignoring them spares me the irritation." Her confidence was rooted in her skills, rendering the

the lunch box, Raegan told Judd, "Make sure you finish eating before you join me. I'll head out ahead." With her head raised, Raegan

nearby were taken

the focus of their gossip was within earshot. A wave of embarrassment swept over them If § Raegan had been leveraging connections for her success, she

putting on a show, trying to make it seem like she's not involved with our &0),, Her words were cut short as several individuals stood up from a nearby table, their attention shifting in unison. "Hello, Mr. Frazier!" Devonte, clad in a crisp black

lounge fell silent,

charged with tension.

and collapse back to the floor. She hurriedly stammered apologies, "I'm sorry... Mr. Frazier..." Devonte, observing Raegan's retreating figure, concealed his frustration behind a stoic facade. Internally, he lamented the situation. Mitchel had

recklessness of those who indulge in baseless rumors today, only to pivot to the company's artists