### Chapter 341: The Fashion Show

In the narrow space constructed by white tents, people move back and forth incessantly, each figure bustling about. With less than thirty minutes until the runway show begins, everyone is rushing, with no time to adjust slowly. The hurried atmosphere vividly outlines the tension and chaos hidden behind the glamorous facade of fashion week.

The four major fashion weeks—New York, Paris, London, Milan—are annual grand events, held in February for Fall/Winter collections and in October for Spring/Summer collections, showcasing new season designs from top brands to the world.

As the most prestigious and grand event in the fashion industry, every model dreams of walking on this runway, and every fashion elite longs to sit in the front row, showcasing themselves. It's an event no one should miss.

This fall, Anson received an invitation to walk the Paris Fashion Week runway as a model for Dior. This is also a rare crossover collaboration, with Hedi Slimane pouring his heart and soul into this new collection.

After all, this is Hedi Slimane's first groundbreaking new product line since joining Dior, set to redefine men's fashion, with all his inspiration poured into it.

Hedi knows it's going to be shocking; he also knows it will completely upend people's perceptions, but he's unsure of the outcome. He's both nervous and excited, with conflicting emotions making him completely tense.

In fact, even with thirty minutes to go before the show, the venue is already packed, with not a single empty seat.

Fashion Week lasts an entire week, with dozens to even hundreds of brands participating. New York has its own brands, as does Paris.

Like movie release schedules, runway shows by big brands are carefully timed to avoid overlap, ensuring that the audience can enjoy all the major shows. But occasionally, clashes do happen when different brands choose the same date and time, forcing people to make a choice.

However, this time, no one wanted to go head-to-head with Dior.

The reason? Anson.

From last year's Emmy Awards to the red carpet of "The Princess Diaries" premiere two months ago, Anson, dressed in Dior, has made a powerful impact on men's fashion. Especially the shirt he wore at the August premiere, which Hedi confirmed is one of the key designs in Dior's upcoming menswear line debuting at this October's Fashion Week. This has sent shockwaves through the fashion world.

No one wants to miss Dior, and no one should miss this show.

Even Anna Wintour arrived at the venue immediately.

The entire venue is packed, with the first and second rows of VIP seats already filled to capacity. Even more astonishing is that all 400 seats are occupied, yet a queue of people still circles the tent outside.

Long. Very long.

The end of the line is nowhere in sight.

Everyone realizes that Dior might bring a revolution in men's fashion, and even if they can't witness it firsthand, no one is willing to leave the scene.

The excitement, the frenzy, all of it puts immense pressure on Hedi Slimane.

This is a moment where he will either soar to the peak or be obliterated instantly.

Hedi's entire career as a designer seems to hang on this one show.

Inside and outside the venue, the uncontrollable tension is palpable.

And Anson?

At first, he was a bit nervous—after all, this is his first runway show, much like when he performed with the band on the set of "The Princess Diaries."

But now, surrounded by everyone else's nerves, anxiety, and unease, and even seeing someone so nervous they started vomiting, only to dry heave since they hadn't eaten anything—this, ironically, calms Anson down, making him feel like an outsider.

It doesn't feel real.

Then, as if the gods of fate worried things were going too smoothly, they decided to play a joke—or perhaps it was a director pulling the strings—Edgar came over to tell Anson something.

Anson, puzzled, looked at Edgar for confirmation, doubting his own ears.

Edgar nodded solemnly, catching them completely off guard. When they were taking photos in the studio earlier, it was manageable since they didn't fully understand what was happening; even in the chaos, they quickly regained their footing. But today, after understanding the situation, their plans were disrupted again, making it hard not to feel tense, with sweat beginning to form on their palms.

After taking a moment to calm down, Anson had a hunch:

He suspected that Steven and Tom were doing it on purpose. They weren't at the Dior show by coincidence due to an invitation from Anna—they had come specifically to throw off Anson and Edgar's plans.

Of course, Anson had no proof, but his intuition told him this was the case.

So, what now?

Since they were already there, they might as well face it.

Strangely, Anson found himself calming down as his tension reached its peak. As usual, he looked at Edgar and said, "Stay calm. Just stick to the plan. There's no need to pretend you don't know; just walk up and greet them confidently."

Edgar nodded in understanding. "And you?"

Though Edgar didn't say it out loud, Anson knew what he meant:

He wasn't worried about the runway, but about the audition.

According to their plan, they were supposed to arrange another meeting to showcase Anson's abilities and charm to Steven and Tom, proving he was right for the role of Frank.

But now?

They were meeting at a different event before the audition even started, and this wasn't their turf. What could Anson possibly do on the runway?

A faint smile appeared on Anson's lips. "Maybe this is actually a good thing."

Edgar: ???

Anson didn't explain. "Don't worry, I have a bold idea."

Edgar hesitated for a moment but didn't dwell on it for long. He had faith in Anson; ever since they first met, he'd believed in Anson's talent.

It worked for "Spider-Man," and now it would work for "Catch Me If You Can."

Edgar took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll go ahead and set things up for you."

He had his task, and Anson had his; they needed to work together to achieve their goal.

After briefly appearing, Edgar turned and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Anson let out a long breath. He did indeed have a bold idea:

What was Frank Abagnale's most legendary and impressive skill?

Role-playing.

He successfully pretended to be a doctor, a pilot, a lawyer, and more, without ever being exposed.

Versatile, cunning, intelligent, and composed—these are the traits of a con artist.

Now, Anson was crossing over from actor to model, another form of role-playing. Though this transition wasn't particularly challenging, today's Dior show was a revolution in men's fashion, perfectly showcasing Anson's versatility.

Perhaps he could use the runway as his audition, seizing the opportunity to show Steven what he could do.

Steven intended to catch Anson off guard, disrupting his and Edgar's plan, hoping to see an unprepared and authentic Anson. But now, this might just become an opportunity for Anson to shine.

After all, modeling is a form of performance.

As Anson's thoughts took shape, he not only felt calm but also excited—such chances don't come often.

Pulling his gaze back, Anson noticed a pale face in the makeup mirror, a young boy on the verge of tears. His smile gently widened.

"Robert, hide your bottle of booze. Don't let them catch you."