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.

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glimpse of Crescent's director? She's striking. At first glance, I 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 on

unseemly territory, suggesting impropriety in how Raegan might have secured the contract, a notion that caused judd to bristle with

in all her external engagements, a

status domestically, its bespoke clothing services were renowned among

for this craft, her interactions with clients allowing her to intuitively design apparel that aligned

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

she continued, the positive reception to their work speaking volumes

the accolades and the criticisms was part of

every negative comment could distract from one's vision and

on his feet and urged him, "Please sit

pace, found Raegan's composed demeanor

settled down to eat, albeit with a frown

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

me the irritation." Her confidence was

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

nearby were taken

not realized 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 wouldn't be dining in the public lounge instead of a

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 suit, commanded the room with an authoritative presence,

lounge fell silent,

charged with tension.

her disparagement, stood up hastily, only to lose her balance 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.

all too well the recklessness of those who indulge in baseless