From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Looking at Eddie and then Anson, Edgar's first thought was that he needed to remind Anson to expand Eve-Wilson's business.

Currently, Anson and Eve's collaboration is limited to promoting "The Princess Diaries" because Anson is still a newcomer with relatively limited exposure and work.

There is no need to engage in year-round cooperation with public relations; signing contracts on a project-by-project basis is the most reasonable approach.

Naturally, Eve hasn't been paying attention to fashion news.

Now, based on various factors, Anson's development prospects in the fashion circle are promising, and perhaps Anson should engage in more comprehensive cooperation with Eve.

Of course, Edgar is responsible for providing suggestions, but the decision rests with Anson.

On one hand, Edgar's thoughts were swirling, but he had already decided to step back and leave the stage for the two protagonists.

On the other hand, Anson looked at Eddie, a shallow smile creeping between his eyebrows.

"It seems I do owe you an apology, for disrupting your plans; I should apologize for my ambition on the red carpet."

The way he spoke nonsense so seriously, however, made Eddie slightly at a loss.

He was just making a little joke; now that Anson was apologizing so solemnly, the joke wasn't funny anymore.

He lowered his gaze to the ground somewhat awkwardly, completely lacking the initiative he had just held.

"No."

"No, there's no need.

Honestly, I should be thanking you; at least, Dior has now seen the possibilities of the menswear market."

"And I've also gained inspiration from you."

"I, uh, I want to try further to see, which is why I took the initiative to invite you, hoping to sponsor your outfit for the premiere."

"So, there's no need to apologize; in fact, everything is going smoothly; maybe, maybe I should be the one thanking you."

Stuttering, fragmented, such a long speech was really difficult for Eddie, but somehow, Eddie still managed to finish it.

Several times, Anson wanted to interrupt Eddie, but on second thought, he should let Eddie finish speaking; it was a form of respect, and also equal communication.

Only after Eddie finished speaking did Anson meet Eddie's cautiously raised eyes and give him a smile, "Judging from our first encounter, I was thinking that your communication skills had improved a lot this year, but I didn't expect that in this short while, you've regressed to where you started."

Teasing, but not mocking, instead, there was a sense of relaxation between friends.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "I didn't."

But after a moment's pause, "Okay, a little bit."

"In my work this year, I'm slowly learning to communicate more with others.

The work of a design director is a bit different from what I imagined; there's more communication, but of course, design is still the core, and I'm adapting."

Anson didn't say much, giving a thumbs up.

Eddie glanced at it, shaking his head helplessly, "I'm not Frankenstein."

Anson looked serious, "Indeed, I don't think so either; I think you're more like Wednesday."

Eddie was stunned, and unexpectedly, he was hit by the punchline and burst out laughing, "Haha, hahaha."

Whether it was an apology or gratitude, inadvertently, the atmosphere had already relaxed, without awkwardness or tension, but becoming more and more harmonious.

The way Eddie looked right now wasn't usually seen; the expressions of the Dior staff around him were enough to show some clues.

Eddie didn't care, laughing heartily to himself, but as a result, he laughed so hard that he coughed, and some color could finally be seen on his pale cheeks.

Realizing after a long delay that Anson was looking around for water, the assistant next to him reacted and hurried forward while twisting the cap off a bottle.

Eddie waved his hand to refuse, coughed twice more, and looked at Anson again, "Let's get down to business; honestly, I've been really looking forward to this for a long time."

"The first time, I was just helping with styling."

"The second time, you guys chose the clothes yourselves."

"But this time is different; from the moment I was sketching the designs, your image appeared in my mind, designed entirely with you as the inspiration."

Anyone with eyes could see that he was very excited, even a little bit elated.

"I was thinking, okay, eighteen years old, rock band, nerd, maybe with some philosophical qualities, different from those football players in high school."

"At the same time, it also fits your image and temperament, some coldness, some sharpness, a little danger; but the key is, without those fancy things, everything is simplified.

The simpler the design, the more it tests the model, and the more it can show the model's own temperament; I don't want the clothes to steal your spotlight."

As he spoke, Eddie stopped and turned to look at Anson.

"Of course, lines and proportions are still the focus of my design."

His words finally came to a temporary end.

Anson was a little dizzy, "Are you saying that you designed these clothes with me as the inspiration?"

Eddie's expression was still wooden, but his eyes were particularly bright, "Yes.

Originally, this should have been the first display of next year's spring/summer designs at the October Fashion Week; but I thought, since it's the first time it's being unveiled, and it will definitely bring a turbulent reaction, then why not let people see the most real, purest, and most perfect look of the design?"

Anson put his hands on his shoulders, making a barbell lifting motion, indicating that the pressure was immense.

Eddie looked serious, "Don't worry, you should trust my professionalism."

Anson obediently closed his mouth.

Eddie was about to unveil the clothing, but then remembered something, "Oh right, this is just a sample; I need your detailed body measurements, and then I'll customize a set of clothing specifically to your size."

"Just like a suit?" Anson asked.

Eddie, "Yes, like a custom-made suit.

So, in the coming period, you need to control your diet, at least until the premiere is over."

Anson wasn't surprised.

In the world of fame and fortune, women need to control their diet, and men are no exception—

Especially the pretty boys.

Anson spread his hands, "Welcome to Hollywood."

The smile at the corner of Eddie's mouth lifted slightly, "Believe me, in the future, everyone will yearn to be like you, working hard to wear this outfit."

This time, without hesitation, he turned and pulled open the curtain, letting Anson enter and change clothes.

Then, according to Anson's body shape, he used pins to restrain the excess fabric, trying to make it fit perfectly, and that's how the whole look ended.

Edgar, who had finished his contemplation, looked a little bored.

He had no interest in such occasions; if Anson wasn't yet qualified to hire an assistant, he wouldn't have been willing to come at all.

In the future, he could just let the assistant come along; as for now, he still needed to fulfill his duties as an agent.

"He's coming."

Accompanied by a reminder, the curtain opened, and Edgar put on a business smile, ready to praise whatever he saw, and get it over with quickly.

"Good…" However, the words hadn't yet left his mouth, nor had he had time to applaud, when he saw the figure in front of him, Edgar was directly stunned in place.

This… this?