'You look so beautiful, Hattie. You should act more so we can enjoy more of your work. I rewatched 'The Chosen One' and realised how well it was made, though it's a pity it didn't become a hit!'
'In group photos, you can see just how small Hattie's face is compared to others.'
'Violeta's features are so delicate. I wish I could look like her in my next life.'
'Sob! Sob! Who can understand this feeling? This is exactly how I imagined myself growing up!'
'Isn't it because Hattie is sitting farther back, making her face appear smaller? It's difficult to tell, and I wonder if she did it on purpose.'
Backstage after the fashion show, Violeta posed for a photo with the brand owner and the designer, leaning slightly towards them and flashing a charming smile at the camera.
The designer was clearly impressed with Violeta. She said, "Violeta, next time we get a chance, you must wear one of my designs."
Violeta responded, "I'd love to."
After a brief chat, Violeta returned backstage and removed the brand's jewellery.
Aster handed her a large thermos cup and poured her a drink, saying, "Ms. White, I think I noticed something interesting."
"Oh?" Violeta replied.
Aster lowered her voice and said, "When I went to the parking lot to get the thermos, I think I saw Alaric."
"Alaric? I didn't see him in the front row earlier."
"Exactly. Despite not receiving an invitation to the fashion show, I spotted him in the parking lot.
"Are you sure?" Violeta asked.
"I'm pretty sure. I trust my eyes." Aster recalled, "When I went to get the thermos from the car, I noticed a car in the corner of the parking lot. At first, I thought it was a paparazzi car, so I looked a bit closer."
"Then, someone flicked a cigarette out of a slightly open window. Inside, I saw a man. It was Alaric."
Violeta paused in thought.
With so many paparazzi frequently following Violeta, Felix and Aster developed sharp observational skills.
Any suspicious vehicle caught Aster's attention.
Paparazzi had to frequently change cars and license plates to avoid detection.
Aster even remembered their license plates, making her words quite reliable.
"So it really was Alaric?" Violeta asked.
Aster affirmed, "I wouldn't make a mistake. It was definitely him. Why would he be here if he hadn't received an invitation to the show?
Violeta said nothing.
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