Chapter 370 Surgery Form
Juliet was totally exhaustedwhen she got back to her room. She collapsed on the bed, eyes shut from exhaustion.
Her phone kept buzzing with messages from Wilber.
[Juliet, be careful. The first three months are crucial. Don't bump or hurt our baby.]
[Are you asleep?]
[Eat more fruits and veggies over there.]
[I miss you and our baby.]
[My parents asked when we're getting married. We can't have the baby without being married, right?]
[Let's get married when you come back. I'll give you a grand wedding.]
Juliet glanced at the messages, feeling annoyed and restless.
"What baby? The baby's already gone. I'm not letting that hold me back," she muttered weakly but firmly.
She had a clear goal: to become famous and outshine Luann. She thought, 'James is right. This movie is a big opportunity. I'm still young with a bright future. No way I'm letting an unknown baby tie me down.'
Drowsily, Juliet fell asleep. When she woke up, she decided to go downstairs for some food to regain her strength.
As she waited for the elevator, she remembered something. She quickly pulled out a surgery slip from her bag.
Two weeks after the surgery, she needed a follow-up. "Good thing I didn't forget to throw this away. If Wilber saw it, he'd be furious."
Juliet casually tore it in half and tossed it in a nearby trash can.
Soon after, a janitor came by to clean up. A pair of shoes appeared in front of her.
The janitor looked up to see a woman with a gentle smile and a wad of cash.
"Could you help me find something? I accidentally threw something important in the trash. Thanks," said Juliet.
It wasn't hard to guess why Juliet was here. The hotel had half its rooms booked for international fashion week, hosting models and high-society guests.
Grace, the only celebrity invited to walk the runway this year, had no problem staying here with someone.
As night fell, Grace finally returned. She had been practicing her runway walk for days. It looked simple but was more exhausting than filming.
They had specific heel height requirements, usually between 5.12 to 7.87 inches. Though Grace was tall, she was still shorter than professional models.
Wearing high heels, she had to keep her upper body straight, not sway, and couldn't take big steps. Every movement, step interval, and timing had to be precise.
Even after just three days, Grace had suffered a lot. Her feet were covered in blisters, some with broken skin. Band-aids or bandages didn't help much.
The first thing she did upon returning to the hotel was soak her feet. Her assistant knelt in front of her, applying ointment and occasionally blowing on her feet.
"Your feet are in bad shape. Does it hurt a lot?"
"No kidding," Grace said impatiently, rubbing her temples. "Stealing the spotlight isn't easy."
The assistant quickly chimed in, "But hey, this fashion week is a huge honor for you! Sunflower rarely does endorsements. Tons of celebrities would kill for this chance, especially for such a big show. One hundred and eighty-eight outfits, all from Sunflower! This show is going to be a nationwide hit! I heard a lot of big names from abroad are coming just to watch."
Grace nodded. "Yeah, not everyone gets this chance. James set this up for me, paving the way. I can't back out now. I need to seize this opportunity to boost my popularity. It'll help with my future career."
Grace was already a top-tier celebrity domestically, but she had few fans abroad. This international fashion week, with its many foreign big shots, could help her reach new heights.
The assistant added, "Absolutely! You're the best, and you'll definitely become even more famous!"
Grace pulled her feet out of the soak and lay on the bed. "The show starts tomorrow. I need to rest. Wake me up early."
"Okay, Grace, good night."
Grace fell asleep almost instantly.
Before dawn, her assistant woke her up for the final rehearsal.
Grace, still groggy, hurried over and sat down for makeup. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open and almost dozed off in the chair.
Once her makeup was done, the lead organizer clapped his hands. "Everyone, change into your outfits quickly. We don't have much time. Let's go through the process one last time. Be careful; today's 188 pieces are all unique collectibles, each one irreplaceable!"
Hearing this, everyone became extra cautious, not wanting to damage the clothes.
After a round with the music, lights, and steps, Grace felt more awake.
"Alright, take a break. We have an hour before the show starts. Grab a bite," the organizer said, then walked out, looking around.
After a while, he finally found who he was looking for.
When Luann arrived, the organizer greeted her with a nod and a bow. "You're finally here. The models are ready. Would you like to take a look? See if anything needs last-minute changes."
Luann scanned the scene and pointed. "Switch the outfits of models four and twenty-three. Model four's shoulders are too wide for that outfit. Model sixty-six's shoes are too flashy. Change them. Add sunglasses to model one hundred and twenty-one."
The organizer listened attentively and immediately relayed her orders.
Luann said, "Alright, you go ahead. I'll just look around."
Luann wandered among the models and soon spotted a familiar figure. She didn't plan to greet Grace, but Grace stopped her. "You really came. Good, you can see how I shine on stage."
Luann nodded, looking serious. "Looking forward to it."
Then, her gaze shifted to Grace's waist. "Your waist looks a bit thick. Can't the belt be tightened by 0.4 inches? It looks a bit unflattering now."
Grace was silent.
