Sila's gaze fell on Melody Thorne, her eyes filled with guilt and pain, wishing she could give this daughter her entire heart. How could she not have realized that her daughter actually resembled her so much?
A few days ago, she was right in front of her, yet she failed to recognize her. Was she blind?
"What's wrong, Sila? Why is she crying?"
"I don't know. Her designed brand has always been famous abroad, but she's never chosen a spokesperson. Maybe she's excited."
"Is it really that exciting to find a spokesperson?"
"You don't understand. A designer's brand is like her child. Of course, she'd be excited."
Sila composed herself and looked out towards the audience. "Before announcing the spokesperson, I want to share a story. Twenty years ago, just like every woman here, I met a man I loved, got married, and was ready to have children. Upon first meeting my husband, I decided to marry him.
