"What should we do? Penelope, there are only five minutes left before the start. Can we make it in time?"
Backstage, Megan was pacing back and forth, her tone anxious.
Penelope moved very quickly, but the clothes under her hands were still shapeless.
"How about we let the organizers delay the time further..."
Megan suggested, but she was stopped by Penelope.
"No, this show is very important. If we delay it later, it will have a huge impact."
"What should we do? We can't just wait and see, right?"
Her movement became a lot faster. She took the needle and thread in her hand and started sewing. Her mind fell into deep thought. After a pause, she said, "Just in case… let's find another way."
"Well, now that the time has come this, what's the most appropriate thing to do?"
The staff backstage was also lost in thought. Everyone was looking at each other, completely clueless.
"If it doesn't work, let the models in the first circle go one more round. This way, you can buy at least ten more minutes."
"But those reporters are not fools. If they would walk around again, they would have guessed that there was something wrong backstage."
"This show is aimed at a wide range of people. If the news gets too big, it will definitely end badly in the future..."
"..."
Everyone had something to say and was coming up with ideas.
At this moment, dense beads of sweat broke out on Penelope's forehead, but she did not dare to stop for a moment and continued to fiddle with the clothes in her hands.
The time had come.
The host on the stage had already begun to say the opening remarks.



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