Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 476

"We've arrived." Richard opened the car door.

"This is Stefano's place, his creative sanctuary," he said as I followed him out of the car and toward the villa's entrance.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I thank you all for coming to this gathering," a middle-aged man's voice rang out, causing a stir in the hall.

It was Stefano Fenandez himself! Time seemed to stand still around him; the years hadn't left a mark on his handsome face.

Stefano walked down the stairs, effortlessly making his way toward me. "You must be Ms. Evelyn Wiley," he said with a smile, extending his hand. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I was so nervous I could barely stand still, quickly shaking his hand. "Hello, Mr. Fernandez! It's an honor to meet you!"

Stefano smiled graciously. "I'm glad to meet you as well. Your achievements in the fashion world are impressive. Even an old guy like me has to admit it."

I was left speechless, my cheeks burning. The great Stefano Fernandez himself, saying I had impressed him?

"Oh no, no. My small achievements don't even compare to yours. It's nothing," I said, flustered.

"Not true. You're one of the rising stars. If you look around the globe, designers like you are few and far between. It's an honor to have the chance to

me and chatting for

a hearty smile. "Come, let's go to

followed him to the

sunset painting the sky

his red wine, gazing into the distance. "Melando has always been my source of inspiration. The city has deep cultural roots, yet it's vibrant and modern at the same time. Every time I'm here, I always

"You're absolutely right. Melando

an irreplaceable significance for every fashion designer. In this era of globalization, it's only when traditional and modern ideas clash that new, unique design concepts emerge ones that shape fashion

"Well said! You've hit the nail on the head! Ms. Wiley, not only

visionary with great insight

taken aback and quickly thanked him. "I'm flattered, Mr. Fernandez. It's

modest. We're in the same industry; maybe I'll be asking

asking

then, Richard hurried over. He leaned in close to Stefano,

what was said,

sorry, Ms. Wiley," he said, turning to me. "Something urgent has come up. I need to