Fit For Your Love

Grace and Olivia went through the staff-only channel. Soon they stood beside the runway.

Grace pointed to the s-shaped runway and asked, "Olivia, look. Isn't it special?"

Olivia nodded.

The runway was in the shape of an S, but when the S was stretched out. It didn't look distorted. Instead, it was curvy, making it not boring nor dull.

The runway was transparent, and the imaging light, the PAR64 beam light, the LED wash light, the pattern light, and the moving head light were all ready.

The lights were on now as if a big show was about to begin.

Seeing this, Olivia was slightly excited.

Tomorrow, her designs would be displayed on this runway to be appreciated by everyone.

She didn't know if they would be satisfied, but she hoped so.

Grace looked at the runway with anticipation. "Olivia, I really want to watch tomorrow's show right now."

Olivia's eyes sparkled. "Me too."

They stayed here for a long time before Grace took Olivia to the restaurant nearby.

Grace said, "Olivia, there will be a dinner party here tomorrow night. A lot of celebrities and big shots will come, and there will a big surprise." Grace's eyes lit up when she talked about the surprise.

Big shots or celebrities meant nothing to her. What mattered to her was the surprise.

Olivia chuckled. "Didn't you ask your brother what the surprise is?"

Grace snorted and said with her hands behind her back, "No. If I know about it, it won't be surprised anymore!"

That was true.

Then they skipped the topic and looked at the time.

Grace looked at her watch and said, "Gosh, it's almost 12 o'clock!"

Olivia thought about it and said, "Not surprising."

There was not much time in the morning, and the winery was a little far from the company. There were only one or two hours left after the journey. "Come on, let's have dinner."

Grace grinned, "Olivia, there's a staff restaurant. Let's go there."

She took Olivia to the staff restaurant.

Olivia didn't even have time to react.

Then she arrived at the restaurant immediately.

However, as soon as she entered the staff restaurant, Olivia saw the staff eating.

Grace said, "Olivia, I didn't lie to you."

Looking at her fawning face, Olivia smiled and patted her head. "Let's have something to eat."

"OK!"

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Outside the restaurant, a black figure stood on the stone road beside the lawn, looking at the people in the staff restaurant.

"Everett?"

Dean, who was following Everett, looked over and saw the people eating in the staff restaurant.

But he didn't know what Everett was looking at. Everett was so absorbed in it that Dean could only call his name.

Everett was staring at Olivia. She and Grace sat at the table with their plates.

She spoke and smiled from time to time, and her eyes were warm.

Everett's eyes moved slightly. He withdrew his gaze and walked away.

Dean raised his eyebrows and looked over again, but he still didn't understand what Everett was looking at.

He shook his head and left.

Grace unconsciously looked out of the restaurant when she was speaking to Olivia.

She saw Everett leaving.

Grace was surprised. She was about to call out "Mr. Weston" when she thought of something. She looked at Olivia and kept her mouth shut.

What Olivia disliked the most was Mr. Weston. She couldn't talk about him in front of Olivia.

Olivia felt something and looked at Grace, only to find that Grace was looking at her as well. Seeing Olivia's gaze, Grace quickly lowered her head to eat as if she had been caught peeking. What happened?

Grace knew that Olivia was looking at her, so she blurted, "Olivia, let's go back after lunch." She didn't want to stay here any longer.

Anyway, They had seen everything they needed.

"Alright."

Grace was relieved to hear this.

Since Olivia didn't want to see Mr. Weston, she would take Olivia away.

In that way, they would not meet each other..

"Yes, that's it!" Grace thought.

After lunch, they left the restaurant and prepared to return to the company.

Before Olivia left the winery, her phone rang.

Grace immediately said, "Olivia, answer the phone."

Then Grace stepped aside.

Olivia curved her lips and took out her phone.

Olivia grinned when she saw the caller ID on the screen.

"Mr. Smith."

"Olivia, are you still at the winery?"

He guessed correctly.

Olivia replied with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Smith."

Before returning to Paris, she sent an email to Preston, telling him about when she would return to Paris and when to come to the company.

Yesterday, she sent another email to Preston, telling him that she was going to the company today.

"You haven't left yet, have you? Wait for me at the winery if you haven't. I'll come over now."

"OK. I'll wait for you here."

"Great."

Olivia hung up the phone, and Grace ran over. "Olivia!"

Olivia said, "You can go back. Mr. Smith is coming here."

"What?"

"Go back?"

"Leaving Olivia here alone?"

"That's not cool."

Before Grace could say anything, Olivia said, "Go back and do the rest of the work. Mr. Smith and I won't be at the winery all the time."

She would still go back to the company.

Grace frowned. "But..."

Olivia could tell from Grace's expression that Grace wanted to be here with her, so before Grace could finish, Olivia interrupted her. "Go back early. I haven't been to the company all morning. Mr. Smith must have something to tell me, so I can't go back now. You have to finish your work without mistakes."

"The first thing when I get back to the company is to check your work."

Olivia looked serious, so Grace knew that her words were not negotiable. Grace was in a pickle. "Olivia, I..."

She wanted to say that Mr. Weston was always here, but...

Grace's agonizing look amused Olivia. She didn't know why Grace was struggling with such a minor issue.

Olivia didn't say anything more. She went to a taxi, opened the door, and pushed Grace in. "Text me when you get there."

Grace had no choice but to wave at Olivia.

But she still said, "Olivia, call me if you need anything. Call me!"

She would save Olivia.

Olivia felt that Grace was the second Brayden, so she said with resignation, "Okay."

Soon, the car drove away.

Olivia turned and entered the winery.

She planned to revisit the runway.

But she got lost. She walked into a quiet corridor.

She was surrounded by the buildings with the designs of the last century. The murals on the wall, the doors of the rooms, or the wall lamps were all as if they had come from another world. Olivia stood on the velvet carpet, looking at this unfamiliar corridor, room by room, and she was a little dizzy.

Where was she?