The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

The cocktail party was held on the top floor of the same hotel last time. Most people in the industry had a touch of an artist about them, casual and free without too many rules.

It was Josie’s first time attending the event. Laura kept her company by her side, long since well-versed in navigating such a social setting, effortlessly mingling with a drink in her hand. Alice’s name was renowned, so the mere mention of it drew a crowd over, striking up a conversation and getting acquainted.

Most of the time, Josie acknowledged others with a smile, only engaging in conversation when she encountered someone she could get along with.

There were indeed a few individuals who were quite famous, whom Josie also heard about while abroad. However, the majority were unfamiliar to her.

“Any family with some money sends their children abroad to study from a young age. This field is the easiest to make a name for oneself, so many involve themselves in the industry to secure better marriage prospects and have a credible title to their name,” Laura explained.

At that, understanding dawned up upon Josie.

She didn’t pay attention to all that, only concerned about why Vivian hadn’t shown up yet.

During the event, Laura went to the restroom. Feeling somewhat disinterested, Josie wandered toward the rooftop, lost in thought.

they watched her walk by, her distinct

“I don’t her either.”

let out a snort of laughter and walked out right away. “I remember this gown was ordered by Laura three months

talking about her. Turning around to the sight of Shirley, a headache assailed her. “You even

her everywhere? Don’t tell me she’s

simply can’t stand seeing some opportunist swooping in and snatching others’ resources

leading to the onlookers subconsciously viewing Josie

leave. However, Shirley pushed her back. “So, I hit

else do you want to

to its rightful owner. Everyone knows that Laura has been working

who were informed knew that she was speaking of a mere piece of clothing, but those who didn’t

observing that the onlookers were all heavily made-up socialites who were curiously peering

in anger. “Ms. Ross, let’s not worry about my attire for now. This event today is a cocktail party for designers. May I know your

skeptical about Shirley’s reason for being