Chapter511
However, in her current interaction with the director, he appeared aloof, his behavior bordering on disdainful, as though he found her presence barely tolerable. Within a mere five minutes, their conversation ended, leaving Natalie by herself as the director eagerly engaged in conversation with another model.
Natalie knew that conversations held a lot of meaning. Usually, it was a prelude to cooperation or the prelude of one falling through. Hers seemed to fall into the latter category.
Although missing out on a potential opportunity left Natalie feeling somewhat disheartened, she found the situation more peculiar than upsetting.
The gala was bustling, attracting a significant presence of local talent. Over the past year, Natalie had made a name for herself, quickly rising in the fashion industry and garnering respect among her peers.
However, at this time, a few models watched her, whispering among themselves.
Natalie recognized one of them as Sharon. Since their previous encounter, Natalie and Sharon had not met. Despite both having attended the same school, their interactions had been minimal.
Sharon had risen to prominence following her participation in Fun Challenge, known for her undeniable talent and professionalism. Her recent surge in the industry had not only secured her an invitation to the gala but also the attention of many within their professional circle.
Catching Natalie's attention, Sharon greeted her amiably. "Natalie, are you here by yourself today?"
Natalie responded with a polite, restrained smile, indicating her reluctance to engage closely with them.
"Are you leaving already, Natalie?" one of Sharon's companions asked, not willing to let the moment pass so easily.
Natalie's expression tensed slightly, perceiving the underlying hostility in the comment.
"Hi," Natalie responded calmly, concealing any unease, "Is there something you need?"
"Oh, these are former students from Sense, a few years ahead of us. They've already completed their studies... as have you," Sharon interjected, correcting herself midway, acknowledging Natalie's professional achievements and her earlier graduation.
"Wow, not only did you surpass us seniors, but you even graduated early. As expected of Natalie! Always so remarkable,” a short-haired model said, but her voice lacked genuine admiration.
Natalie cast a discreet glance at Sharon, suspecting her of intentionally stirring up trouble.
"If you’ll excuse me, I have other things to attend to," Natalie replied, dismissing the subtle provocations.
She moved through the crowd with a deliberate, measured pace, concealing the fact that her right leg had not fully recovered. At the same time, she heard a comment.
“Quite arrogant for someone who’s been abandoned.”
Natalie paused, wondering if she had misheard them. Seeking solitude, she found a quiet area to gather her thoughts.
The celebration continued around her.
Soon, Natalie noticed a stout, middle-aged man with a pleasant enough appearance weaving through the crowd toward her.
Such individuals were not uncommon at these events, where the affluent often indulged in excess, feeling emboldened to make unwelcome advances toward any attractive woman nearby.
Wary of the situation, Natalie decided it was time to leave. However, before she could take her leave, she was stopped by a voice.
"Miss Watson, please hold a moment!"
The man's voice, neither too loud nor soft, captured the attention of those around them. As they noticed the man approaching Natalie, they quickly looked away, feigning ignorance.
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