"What are you talking about?"
Aria Morgan hung up the phone in anger.
Hallie Morgan stood in the midst of countless gazes, looking at the swarming reporters.
Looking at the flashing lights and hearing the reporters call her name, asking her to turn around for a photo.
This must be the feeling of being a star.
This must be what it feels like to shine under the spotlight.
After she got off the stage, she still felt a bit dazed.
Until Thomas Watson came over and looked at her, "Not bad, it's your first time on such an important show and you didn't get nervous."
"Thank you for the dress you helped me get."
"It's not a big deal, it's my friend's brand. You wore it so well today, he should be the one thanking you."
"Really? Did it really look good? I'm just a small actress, I don't have much fame. I wouldn't bring any benefits, would I?"
"My dear, are you still in a daze? Haven't you looked at the news? Your dress is on the Most Searched list."
