The VIPs below the stage murmured excitedly in hushed tones.

"My god, this is the most beautiful and special gown I've ever seen. It's like a painting," one whispered.

"The pattern doesn't look like a print. It resembles crewelwork. Is the designer from a notable family of crewelwork experts?" another asked.

"I don't think anyone will dare to say the Morningstar collection of Eternal Hope isn't good, from now on, right?" a third chimed in.

The runway show continued. The gowns transitioned from black to white, culminating in a model in a moonlight-colored, trailing gown. This gown was open at the back, its hem embroidered with silver threads depicting a moon palace scene. The embroidery spread in a wave-like pattern, scattering moonlight and frost across the ground. Everyone was captivated by its beauty; it was breathtaking.

When Karen witnessed this, her eyes darkened, and a tightness constricted her chest. She thought, The person I sent clearly discarded Maeve's gowns. How did Maeve get them back? But thankfully, Alexis has been in the fashion industry for years; there's no way she'd have a high opinion of such a small, trivial show…

"I didn't expect Maeve to be so capable," Alexis said, adjusting her shawl. "This final gown is unique, from the design to the pattern. It doesn't seem like something a designer of her age could create."

Hearing Alexis's praise, Karen felt incredibly enraged. She thought, I put so much effort into not changing Alexis's opinion of Maeve. Could it be that the money I spent has been wasted?

Karen forced a smile and said pointedly, "Alexis, Ms. Reese is truly outstanding. It's a pity that her background isn't very impressive."

At this, Alexis frowned and remained silent.

The Morningstar collection runway show wasn't over yet, and the person in charge's phone was nearly exploding with calls inquiring about pre-sales, especially for the gowns designed by Maeve. Several VIPs wanted to buy them all.

The person in charge grinned from ear to ear, but lacking instructions from higher-ups, he reluctantly gave the callers the runaround.

On the second-floor viewing platform, seeing Maeve's design segment conclude, Byron glanced at his wristwatch, stood up, and instructed, "Have the driver bring the car downstairs."

"Alright, Mr. McDaniel," Archer replied.

Byron nodded and was about to leave when he saw a familiar slender figure below. His gaze lingered, amazement flashing across his face. Maeve stood on the runway, slowly walking forward in the gradient pink and white wedding dress she'd tried on earlier.

Her skin was flawless. The teardrop-shaped design on her chest highlighted a perfect curve. The light from sparkling diamonds reflected in her eyes, making her even more dazzling. The elegant bow at her waist swayed, and the roses on her skirt resembled blooming rose branches. It was as if spring had arrived, and the roses bloomed anew. Her makeup featured soft, rosy hues and pink tones, creating a fresh, youthful look. Her lips were red, her eyes like stars, and the blush on her cheeks resembled the deepest color of flower petals, making her appear shy and timid.

The hall was unusually quiet. The VIPs closest to the runway were stunned, captivated by either the model or the gown.

"Ms. Reese is so beautiful…" the subordinate behind Archer gasped, involuntarily voicing his thoughts. Sensing a cold, oppressive gaze, he quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head. Archer looked at him fondly, thinking, Little brat, you're not in a position to admire Ms. Reese's beauty. You even dare to say it aloud! You've got some nerve. Byron coldly retracted his gaze and looked at Maeve. His gaze was deep and inscrutable.

Maeve was beautiful, even without makeup. However, even Byron hadn't expected her to look this stunning in a wedding dress. He thought, I have to say, it suits her very well.

Byron's eyes darkened. He said in a serious voice, "Go buy this wedding dress and put it in the wardrobe of my manor." He didn't want anyone else to wear the dress Maeve wore.

"Alright, I'll contact the higher-ups of Eternal Hope right away," Archer said, immediately taking out his phone.

Backstage, Maeve slumped onto a lounge chair, her forehead covered in sweat. Alex wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, saying gently, "You did very well. You didn't miss any cues. This wedding dress looks perfect on you."

Maeve chuckled nervously. "I was really afraid I'd fall on stage. Mr. Brown, let's avoid doing this again. I don't think my heart can handle it." She thought, Lots of people below were staring at me. The slightest mistake would be magnified. I was so nervous my smile froze. Indeed, such things are best left to models.

Alex chuckled. "I had personal interests this time. Since you don't like it, there won't be a next time." He thought, At that time, I just had a sudden feeling. Sure enough, this wedding dress can only be worn by Maeve. No one else can pull it off.

"Maeve, if I were to offer you this wedding dress, would you accept it?" Alex suddenly asked.

Maeve naturally refused. "If I could, I'd prefer to buy it myself. But… I'm short on money right now."

Alex wasn't surprised. He ignored his disappointment and smiled. "I don't intend to sell this wedding dress. When you have enough money, you can come and buy it from me."

"Yes," Alex affirmed. "I'm happy to choose a suitable owner for my wedding dress."

After agreeing with Alex, Maeve went to change. Leah stopped her outside the changing room, looking displeased. Maeve's heart skipped a beat; she remembered Ava's words about Leah's feelings for Alex.

Maeve immediately explained, "Ms. Mason, I just had a brief chat with Mr. Brown about the runway show. Please don't misunderstand…"

"Who cares about that?" Leah said, frowning. She took out her phone. "Take a photo with me. Just like you are now, in the wedding dress."

Maeve was puzzled. She thought, She's not here to cause trouble. She just wants a photo with me?

"So you like this wedding dress too," Maeve said, relieved. "Mr. Brown's designs are indeed irresistible to women."

Leah disagreed. "This wedding dress is beautiful, but it's still a bit lacking compared to you."

Maeve's eyes widened. "Uh, are you praising me?" She thought, Ms. Mason, who has never been friendly, is actually complimenting me as being more beautiful than the wedding dress?

Leah, under Maeve's surprised gaze, was flustered and annoyed. "When did I praise you? Spare me the crap. Are you taking a photo with me or not?"

Maeve caught a glimpse of her flushed ears, finding it amusing. She thought, I initially thought Leah was arrogant and hard to approach, but it turns out she's arrogant yet has a softer side, huh?

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