"It's just two shows, but once this is settled, I'm going to put on two hundred fashion shows!" she joked.
"Ivana..." On the phone, Lucas Walker's voice was slightly hoarse, yet it had a heart-stirring quality. "If you give up your dreams because of me, I won't be at peace for the rest of my life. So... don't give up. I can help you find the best assistant and tailors, you just need to complete your designs, and I'll take care of the rest."
Ivana Bennett stuck out her tongue to lick her somewhat dry lips.
She never wanted to give up.
After registering for the competition, she imagined countless times these two shows—what style to use, what the lighting would be like, what kind of models to use...
"Tell me, how much of your designs are completed?"
Lucas Walker's voice rang out again.
Ivana confessed hesitantly, "They're almost done."
"Give it to Anton, I'll handle the rest."
