Chapter 310
Chapter 310:
Before Jenessa’s walk, many had derided SparkWave online, ridiculing their mishandling of a crucial segment.
However, the tide of public opinion had shifted dramatically following Jenessa’s performance.
The hashtag “#SloaneCreatedAnotherMasterpiece” now claimed the top trending spot.
A surge of brand representatives were eagerly trying to reach Sloane, with many netizens fervently inquiring about the identity of the last model of SparkWave.
In summary, the feedback on SparkWave’s works was resoundingly positive.
Seeing this, Jenessa finally allowed herself a deep sigh of relief. Fortunately, everything had gone smoothly, and she had adeptly navigated the crisis.
She glanced up to find Willie still in tears.
Stunned, she couldn’t resist asking, “Why are you crying p>
Willie, having nearly exhausted his tears, emotionally grasped Jenessa’s hand and exclaimed, “Sloane, I just want to kneel down to express my thanks. You don’t know how much this means to me! You’re my lucky star p>
Jenessa was amused by his words.
“Alright, calm down p>
With the immediate crisis behind her, Jenessa finally had the chance to change her dress and truly unwind.
Fashion Week was drawing to a close for her.
After Jenessa got changed and stepped out, Evie rushed to her side, her voice laden with urgency.
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“Sloane, you need to get out of here quickly p>
Jenessa was jolted by the sudden alarm.
“What’s going on? What happened p>
Was there another problem?
Panting, Evie looked troubled as she explained, “There’s a crowd of reporters outside the dressing room. They all want to interview you. The backstage is completely swamped p>
Jenessa, driven by curiosity, cautiously peeked out.
The sight nearly made her faint.
Previously spacious, the backstage area was now overflowing with a swarm of reporters.
With the usual ensemble of models and staff present, the influx of reporters made it nearly impossible to navigate. Should they converge on Jenessa, she would find herself with no escape route.
Though Jenessa had no intention of concealing her identity, the prospect of being mobbed was quite daunting.
“Sloane, few here know you’re Sloane Todd. You can still slip away quietly,” whispered Evie, sensing her anxiety.
Jenessa nodded, hastily donned a disguise, and made her way toward the exit.
Elsewhere, Willie was reveling in an interview, his smile wide and welcoming.
“All credit goes to Sloane. It’s a profound honor for our brand to work with such a gifted designer. Everyone at my company adores her! We’ve learned an immense amount from her during this collaboration,” Willie declared, his face alight with enthusiasm.