IN THE LAP OF LUXURY BY UNSWEETENED CHESTNUTS - Season 3 Episode 15

“What do we do, Gracie? The show is about to start in five minutes. Can we make it?” In the backstage

area, Emily paced back and forth, looking anxious.

Grace’s hands were moving quickly, but the clothes weren’t taking shape.

“Maybe we can ask the organizers to delay it a bit,” Emily suggested, but Grace stopped her.

“No, this show is crucial. If we ask for more time, it will have a significant impact.”

“Then what should we do? We can’t just wait like this, can we?”

Grace’s hands moved faster as she sewed with the needle and thread. After some thought; she said,

“Unless … we find a suitable excuse.”

“The show is starting. What excuse would be suitable?”

The backstage staff were all deep in thought, exchanging puzzled glances. Yet they couldn’t think of

any excuse.

“In the worst–case scenario, let the models in the first round walk an extra lap. That way, we can at

least gain an extra 10 minutes.”

At that, everyone else voiced their thoughts.

“But those reporters aren’t fools. If we make the model walk another lap, they will suspect there’s a

problem backstage.”

“This show has attracted a wide range of audiences. If this becomes a problem, it won’t end

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well.”

At this point, Grace’s forehead was covered in sweat. Yet she dared not stop. She continued to

work on the clothes in her hands.

Finally, the time was up.

On stage, the host had already begun the opening remarks.

“It’s started. Hawkins Group’s president will soon take the stage to address the audience. All models

from the first round, please take your positions.” Emily quickly got the models ready.

At this point, they were left with no other option but to go on. The models followed the instructions and

got ready.

Emily quickly asked, “How much longer do you need, Gracie?”

Grace bit her lip and said, “15 minutes.”

After a deep breath, Emily nodded and told the models, “Ladies, try to slow down and buy us

+15 BONUS

“Okay, Emily. We’ll do as you say.”

Emily glanced toward the stage. At this moment, Benjamin stood on the stage, dressed in a suit. As the

major sponsor of this fashion show, he had considerable authority.

Emily watched the time pass on her watch. Yet when the five minutes were up, Benjamin still showed

no sign of stopping his speech.

A hint of surprise appeared in her eyes. In large–scale shows like this, every minute was precisely

scheduled.

Benjamin had initially planned for a five–minute speech, but now it had been ten minutes, and he still

showed no signs of concluding.

“Grace, is Benjamin helping us buy more time?” Emily boldly speculated.

Yet Grace just slightly frowned. After the last stitch, she cut off the thread with scissors.

“Alright, it’s done. It’s done.”

Emily glanced at the clothes in Grace’s hands. After her alterations and sewing, although there was

less fabric, the clothes seemed to have gained more style.

The design was more prominent and more elegant. It was a refreshing sight.

“Where’s the model? Come over. Change your outfit.”

Emily called the model and handed the outfit to her. Then, she checked the time and let out a sigh of

relief. “We made it. There’s still time.”