GoodNovelChapter 501:
She stretched, quickly threw off the covers, and jumped out of bed. Her feet sank into the soft carpet, the
comforting texture making her smile. She searched the room barefoot and finally found a tall, fancy vase she'd
never used, hidden in the cabinet. The vase, crafted from colorful glass, caught the sunlight and reflected shades
of blue and purple, perfectly complementing the roses’ vibrant colors.
Carrie filled the vase with water, unwrapped the bouquet, and carefully arranged the flowers inside. Sunlight
poured over the roses, making them glow in a warm golden light. Sitting by the window, lost in the beauty of the
flowers, her phone rang.
It was Soren, letting her know about a last-minute promotional event she needed to attend. She was thankful she
had applied the ointment the night before, as the red marks on her skin had already faded.
Today, she decided on a matcha-colored halter dress. The cutouts at the waist highlighted her elegant curves.
Her hair fell softly around her shoulders, held in place by a delicate pearl hairpin, while tassel ear cuffs dangled
from her ears, adding a subtle touch of glamour.
She had never gotten her ears pierced because she was scared of the pain. Instead, the designer earrings Oliver
sent were always carefully modified into ear cuffs just for her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBy the tshe arrived at the event, a crowd had already gathered. To her surprise, she saw fans holding signs,
cheering her on. It was her first thaving fans, and it filled her with joy. A group of strangers, drawn to her
work, was offering her validation in a way she’d never imagined.
Before the event kicked off, she took photos and signed autographs for each fan. Noticing them sweating in the
heat, she thoughtfully ordered bubble tea for them.
What she didn’t know was that the fans posted photos of the pictures and bubble tea on Twitter, creating a small
buzz. The mutual appreciation and support felt incredibly special—a rare and valuable connection in the world of
fandom.
The event was a promotional gathering for Agarwood. Silver Elephant Media had poured a lot of money into the
, hosting a range of events, big and small. The event featured Q&A sessions, along with interactive
opportunities for the audience to engage in playing and plot experiences, adding a layer of excitement and
connection.
With so many parts to the event and the fans’ intense enthusiasm, it stretched on for a long time. Carrie, in her
stilettos, felt especially drained after standing for what seemed like forever. She noticed her stamina wasn’t what
it used to be. In college, she could race between lecture halls in heels without batting an eye, but now, simply
standing left her exhausted.
During the break, she slipped away to the restroom and headed to the backstage lounge. She kicked off her
heels, rested her feet on the edge of a chair, and softly massaged her tired ankles. On the table sat an
unfinished takeout meal, and the cold pork soup had hardened, looking greasy. The rancid, oily smell spread
through the warm air.
At first, Carrie tried to ignore it, but the longer she breathed in the stench, the more queasy she became. Her
stomach twisted in discomfort, and before she knew it, the urge to vomit hit her. Quickly, she pulled her feet off
the chair, grabbed the nearby trash can, and vomited into it.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure standing by the door. She glanced up and saw Lise standing there,
dressed in a white dress.
Her expression was oddly blank, a stark contrast to her usual provocative or playful attitude. Carrie actually
found her less irritating in this mood. She remembered seeing something about Lise attending a store opening at
this mall just a few days ago. The phrase “it’s a small world” seemed to ring true again—no matter how random,
they always seemed to cross paths at events like this.
Carrie turned her gaze away from Lise, ignoring her, and casually grabbed a bottle of water to rinse out her
mouth. Honestly, she hadn’t thrown up much. Since Kristopher wasn’t home, she’d only managed a few bites
before hurrying out. The event had dragged on for hours, and those few bites had already been digested by the
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