Coolest Girl in Town

Chapter 838 I’m Already a Rosepicker

In recent years, Blitzy Entertainment was not as successful as Rushmore Entertainment, but the hall was still decorated magnificently. Exceptionally excited to be in a new place, Alexia bounced all the way inside.

“Lexi, be careful not to bump into anyone!” Elise had just finished speaking when Alexia ran headfirst into a pair of long legs. The owner of the legs jolted, causing the coffee in their hands to spill out that instantly stained their fashionable clothes with a large gray stain, covering their hands and feet in coffee as well.

As soon as she saw that the person Alexia bumped into was Winona, Elise froze for a moment. This was the thing about returning to Cittadel—she could run into acquaintances everywhere she went.

“I’m sorry, Miss!” Knowing that she had caused trouble, Alexia hurriedly pulled out a packet of tissues from her small bag and handed it over, looking up at the pretty lady with large and pitiful eyes. From her past experience, beautiful women were always kind-hearted, and as long as she obediently admitted her mistake, they would definitely forgive her.

“It’s all right.”

Winona had no intention of holding her accountable in the first place, and she accepted the pack of tissues and pulled one out. Then, as if coming back to her senses, she looked down again with a stunned expression. As she looked at Alexia’s eyes and eyebrows, as well as her small, delicate nose, a sense of deja vu engulfed her, and her mind flickered with Elise’s captivating face.

This young girl was just as beautiful, and her eyes, in particular, were exactly the same as Elise’s. Was she Elise’s daughter?

Winona frowned and subconsciously looked around, but as far as her eyes could see, there was no sign of Elise. However, when she met Anastasia’s eyes, she fell into a dilemma once again. Though these eyes were more familiar to her than the little girl, it was her first time seeing her face.

Elise followed her gaze and went up to pull Alexia back to her. “I’m really sorry. It’s my fault for not watching my child. You’re not hurt, are you? Let me take you to the nearby mall to get a new set of clothes. I’ll pay the bill.”

Winona waved her hand. “It’s fine. I have to change my clothes for the recording anyway, so it’s not a

a coincidence, then. We are also here to film a show.” As Elise was so focused on being outraged about the embroidery incident that she forgot to look at the list of guests, she probed, “Are you here for the recording of Cultures Without Borders as

with this

smile, “Little princess, let me hold your hand. There are a lot of people inside, so if you bump into someone,

Winona in a good mood, and she kept

group arrived backstage, they heard a huge commotion inside, where Ekaterina was cursing in

than pigs! And they dare to call themselves embroiderers? They can’t even understand what I’m saying. They’re

only knowing that a Rosepicker woman was reprimanding her foolish assistant. Besides, this group of people were specially invited by the TV station, so it

in anger, and retorted in fluent Rosepeakian, “Let me

get into a conflict with Ekaterina, they hurriedly rushed over to smooth things over. “You’re here,

soon as she finished, Elise

sighed and shook her head repeatedly. Although they were separated by a certain distance, and she looked like a weather-beaten middle-aged woman, Elise recognized Abby at once. In just seven years,

was that the embroidery master who once claimed to be upholding Cittadelian culture was now willingly helping a Rosepicker person to distort the truth. She didn’t want to think that she had misjudged her, but the truth

be Miss Abby, the

defiance and disdain. “Also, she is now a Rosepicker. Embroidery is a traditional culture

Abby, stubbornly waiting for her answer. “Is that so, Miss Mellor? My friend once told me that Abby is a person with great potential and a strong sense of patriotism, but now this person is saying that you’re a Rosepicker. This isn’t