Chapter 108

In a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel, Dona Williams helped Charles to the sofa. Charles, feeling a bit dizzy, loosened his tie and leaned back.

Pressing his head, he said, "I had a bit too much to drink tonight!"

"I'll get you a glass of water," Dona got up to fetch it.

"A glass of warm water would feel better," Charles insisted.

After a short while, Dona handed Charles a glass of warm water. After taking a sip, Charles felt much better.

Standing by the window with his hands in his pockets, enjoying the night view of Central Park, Charles felt a sense of relief.

Dona Williams hung Charles' jacket on the sofa and came over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, asking, "Are you thinking about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? You mean Delphine Arnault coming to New York?" Charles shook his head. "I don't have time to worry about such trivial matters."

"Let's go, take a shower and sleep. We'll head back to Los Angeles in a few days," Charles didn't wait for Dona to inquire further and directly led her towards the bathroom.

New York Fashion Week, as one of the four major fashion weeks in the world, was held twice a year: the autumn/winter Fashion Week took place in February, and the spring/summer Fashion Week for the following year was held in September.

Within a week, New York hosted around two hundred shows of varying significance, with the most important ones held in the main venue in Bryant Park.

The Pierre Taj Hotel in New York, located on Fifth Avenue at East 60th Street in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, is adjacent to Central Park.

Delphine Arnault stayed in the Central Park suite at the Pierre, which offered a 270-degree view of the park.

When Charles arrived at Delphine Arnault's place, it was already 6 PM. Delphine was enjoying the view with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Dear Delphine, welcome to New York!"

Delphine smiled, "I hope you don't mind me calling you over this late?"

Charles shook his head, "Why would I? This is prime party time!"

"Have a seat. What would you like to drink?"

"Coffee or soda water!"

"Then coffee it is," Delphine gestured to her assistant.

"I thought you'd rest tonight and start working tomorrow?" Charles queried.

Delphine nodded, "I rested for a few hours in the afternoon, so I called you over."

"How can I help you?"

"You know, I've been responsible for Dior perfumes for two years now, and I'm expanding Dior's other business areas. The U.S. market has always been vital for us," Delphine said, setting her coffee down.

"Ready-to-wear, jewelry, handbags, cosmetics - we need results!"

After taking the coffee from Delphine's assistant, Charles gave a helpless look, "I can't help you with this. I don't understand fashion at all!"

Delphine laughed, "You don't get it? Do you know you're different from many Americans?"

"You like to wear fitted Italian handmade suits and shoes, carry yourself elegantly, unlike most Americans who prefer loose clothing and lack..."

"Rudeness. Sorry to use such a term for you Americans!"

Charles took a sip of his coffee, waved his hand, and smiled, "It's fine. Americans are known for being crude and unrefined nouveau riche. But it seems I'm as good as you say I am?"

"The name 'Capet' suggests you might have French ancestry. It's rare but quite famous!" Delphine remarked.

[Note: Looks like I was translating the last name wrong until now. Moving forward, I will use Capet.]

"Really? Could I be a descendant of the Capetian dynasty of the Kingdom of France?" Charles joked, "I should ask my mother if she's the daughter of any noble duke or count!"

Delphine chuckled, "The Capetians are one of the oldest European dynasties. Although the main line has ended, the collateral lines are still significant. Even the current King of Spain and Grand Duke of Luxembourg are from the Capet-Bourbon lineage!"

"My mother is French, my father is British, who knows if their ancestors were German or Irish!" Charles shook his head; such nobility talk was boring to him.

In this day and age? Aristocracy? France had been a republic for ages. Just because there's "de" in a French name or "von" in a German name doesn't mean they're nobility.

Post-World War I, many added "von" or "de" to their names just to impress unsuspecting nouveau riche.

Delphine laughed, seeing Charles wasn't like many Americans; he disregarded this so-called nobility. After all, European nobility held significant appeal in the U.S.!

"Tonight, I want you to help arrange a grand party, involving some Hollywood stars and inviting some fashion magazine media and people we collaborate with from LV," Delphine finally got to the point.

"That's it?" Charles almost lost it. Did she really need him to come for this trivial matter? Couldn't she just contact his assistant?

"There's more," Delphine stood up and pulled Charles up as well, linking arms with him, smiling, "I want you to take me to dinner. Take me to a restaurant you frequent."

Charles checked his watch, thought for a moment, then said, "Sure."

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