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June seemed caught off guard by my formal address. Her smile faltered, turning a bit wistful.
At her side, the assistant whispered urgently, "Ms. Vance, the show is about to start. We need to get you changed into your outfit."
"Okay," June said softly. With one last faint smile in my direction, she turned and walked away.
Before long, the fashion show officially began.
Lindsey got up on stage to host it herself. Watching her speak with such ease and confidence, I could not help but think—business talent truly ran in the Madden family.
Lindsey started with a witty and charming self-introduction, immediately engaging the crowd, then signaled for the models to begin walking the runway one by one, each showcasing her designs.
Two hours later, Lindsey returned to the stage.
Holding the microphone, she glanced around the room before announcing with excitement, "For this show, I've invited a very special guest. She'll be showcasing my personal favorite from this collection! Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a warm welcome to Ms. June Vance!"
The moment the words left Lindsey's mouth, a buzz of excitement rippled through the crowd.
June's presence as the mystery guest had been tightly kept under wraps.
Once a beloved actress who left the industry at the height of her fame, June's return to the public eye today was truly headline-worthy.
And just as the room filled with thunderous applause and dramatic drumbeats, June stepped out from backstage, wearing a showstopping piece from the collection.
In an instant, all the cameras in the room turned toward June.
The sound of shutters clicking and hushed whispers filled the air.
"I can't believe Lindsey actually got June to show up! Didn't June say she was retiring from the industry? What's she doing here as a guest? This has to be a publicity stunt. If June hadn't announced her retirement back then, Starry River would've never crossed that box office milestone on opening day."
Some reporters could not hold back any longer—they whipped out their phones for live streaming, eager to cash in on this viral moment.
My gaze remained locked on June as she stood on stage.
Knowing the real story, I never once believed June quitting the entertainment industry was just a publicity stunt.
When June first agreed to be Lindsey's special guest, the thought of leaving showbiz had not even crossed her mind.
I genuinely admired June for keeping her word.
As my thoughts wandered, a sudden shriek snapped me back to reality. "Ah! The light on the ceiling—it's falling!"
Startled, I jerked my head up toward the ceiling.
A massive spotlight was shaking violently. Before anyone could react, it broke loose—plummeting straight down.
And June was standing right beneath it.
June had not even registered the danger. Up on stage, she stood frozen, confused, staring at the screaming crowd.
"Watch out!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, instinctively holding my breath.
Then—just before the light came crashing down—a figure in black darted onto the stage and lunged forward. In one swift motion, he tackled June out of the way.
It was a man.
Bang! In the next instant, a tremendous crash rang out as the spotlight came crashing down directly onto the man's back.
Splinters of glass burst into the air, throwing the entire venue into complete disorder.
"York!" June was the first to react. Her scream tore through the stunned silence, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes flew wide open in shock.
I rushed up to the stage along with the staff, only to find that the man who had shielded her with his own body—was none other than York!
"Hurry! Call an ambulance now!" June screamed hysterically.
June quickly rolled over and pulled York into her arms. York's complexion was deathly pale, and his eyes were closed tightly.
Then, suddenly, he started coughing violently and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
At her side, the assistant whispered urgently, "Ms. Vance, the show is about to start. We need to get you changed into your outfit."
"Okay," June said softly. With one last faint smile in my direction, she turned and walked away.
Before long, the fashion show officially began.
Lindsey got up on stage to host it herself. Watching her speak with such ease and confidence, I could not help but think—business talent truly ran in the Madden family.
Lindsey started with a witty and charming self-introduction, immediately engaging the crowd, then signaled for the models to begin walking the runway one by one, each showcasing her designs.
Two hours later, Lindsey returned to the stage.
Holding the microphone, she glanced around the room before announcing with excitement, "For this show, I've invited a very special guest. She'll be showcasing my personal favorite from this collection! Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a warm welcome to Ms. June Vance!"
The moment the words left Lindsey's mouth, a buzz of excitement rippled through the crowd.
June's presence as the mystery guest had been tightly kept under wraps.
Once a beloved actress who left the industry at the height of her fame, June's return to the public eye today was truly headline-worthy.
And just as the room filled with thunderous applause and dramatic drumbeats, June stepped out from backstage, wearing a showstopping piece from the collection.
In an instant, all the cameras in the room turned toward June.
The sound of shutters clicking and hushed whispers filled the air.
"I can't believe Lindsey actually got June to show up! Didn't June say she was retiring from the industry? What's she doing here as a guest? This has to be a publicity stunt. If June hadn't announced her retirement back then, Starry River would've never crossed that box office milestone on opening day."
Some reporters could not hold back any longer—they whipped out their phones for live streaming, eager to cash in on this viral moment.
My gaze remained locked on June as she stood on stage.
Knowing the real story, I never once believed June quitting the entertainment industry was just a publicity stunt.
When June first agreed to be Lindsey's special guest, the thought of leaving showbiz had not even crossed her mind.
I genuinely admired June for keeping her word.
As my thoughts wandered, a sudden shriek snapped me back to reality. "Ah! The light on the ceiling—it's falling!"
Startled, I jerked my head up toward the ceiling.
A massive spotlight was shaking violently. Before anyone could react, it broke loose—plummeting straight down.
And June was standing right beneath it.
June had not even registered the danger. Up on stage, she stood frozen, confused, staring at the screaming crowd.
"Watch out!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, instinctively holding my breath.
Then—just before the light came crashing down—a figure in black darted onto the stage and lunged forward. In one swift motion, he tackled June out of the way.
It was a man.
Bang! In the next instant, a tremendous crash rang out as the spotlight came crashing down directly onto the man's back.
Splinters of glass burst into the air, throwing the entire venue into complete disorder.
"York!" June was the first to react. Her scream tore through the stunned silence, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes flew wide open in shock.
I rushed up to the stage along with the staff, only to find that the man who had shielded her with his own body—was none other than York!
"Hurry! Call an ambulance now!" June screamed hysterically.
June quickly rolled over and pulled York into her arms. York's complexion was deathly pale, and his eyes were closed tightly.
Then, suddenly, he started coughing violently and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
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