In a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel, Donna Williams helped Charles to the sofa. Charles, feeling a bit dizzy, loosened his tie and leaned back.
He pressed his head and said, "I drank a bit too much today!"
"I'll get you some water," Donna stood up to pour water.
"A cup of warm water would be more comfortable." Americans usually drink cold water, but Charles preferred warm water.
Soon after, Donna Williams handed Charles a cup of warm water. After taking a sip, Charles felt much better.
He walked to the window, hands in his pockets, admiring the night view of Central Park. Charles felt a sense of displeasure.
Because, tonight at the hotel banquet, he saw a very, very annoying person: Richard Key!
Donna Williams hung up Charles's suit jacket from the sofa, then came to Charles's side, wrapping her arm around his waist and asking, "Are you thinking about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, you mean about Delphine Arnault coming to New York?" Charles shook his head.
"I don't have time to worry about such trivial matters."
"I'm thinking about some very irritating things and people in Hollywood!"
Charles didn't want to say more; he knew he would find an opportunity to deal with all those scoundrels.
"Let's go, shower and sleep. We'll return to Los Angeles in a few days." Charles didn't wait for Donna to ask, directly putting his arm around the Lady and heading towards the bathroom.
New York Fashion Week, as one of the world's four major fashion weeks, is held twice a year: in February for the current year's autumn/winter fashion week, and in September for the following year's spring/summer fashion week.
Within a week, New York hosts almost two hundred fashion shows, big and small. Of course, the most important shows are definitely at the main Fashion Week venue in Bryant Park.
The Pierre Taj Hotel New York is located on Fifth Avenue on East 60th Street in Manhattan's Upper East Side, right next to Central Park.
Delphine Arnault's Central Park Suite at the Taj offers a 270-degree panoramic view of Central Park.
It was already six in the evening when Charles arrived at Delphine Arnault's place. Delphine Arnault was holding a cup of coffee and enjoying the view.
"Dear Delphine, welcome to New York!"
Delphine Arnault smiled, "You won't mind me calling you over tonight, will you?"
Charles shook his head, "How could I? This is exactly party time for Americans!"
"Have a seat. What would you like to drink?"
"Coffee or soda!"
"Then coffee it is," Delphine said, giving her assistant a look.
"I thought you would rest tonight and start working tomorrow?" Charles asked.
Delphine nodded, "I rested for a few hours this afternoon, so I called you over."
"How can I help you?"
"You know, I've been in charge of Dior perfumes for two years now, and we're currently expanding Dior's other business areas. The American market has always been very important to us," Delphine said, putting down her coffee.
"A series of businesses like ready-to-wear, jewelry, handbags, and cosmetics need results!"
Charles took the coffee from Delphine's assistant, said thank you, and then gave Delphine a helpless expression, "This, I can't help you with. I don't understand fashion at all!"
Delphine laughed, "You don't understand? Do you know you're different from many american?"
"You like to wear tailored Italian handmade suits and leather shoes, with elegant demeanor, unlike the loose clothing preferred by most american, and without their kind of..."
"Rudeness. I apologize for using such a word to describe you american!"
Charles took a sip of coffee, waved his hand, and smiled happily, "It's fine. american have always been vulgar, ill-mannered upstarts. That's what a country lacking cultural heritage is like!"
"But, am I really as good as you say?"
Charles's good habits and aesthetics were definitely cultivated by his soul in China. The american's loose suits, and the large number of hip-hop styles, forget it.
American suits, Charles would not wear!
"The Cape surname, Charles, you must be of French descent, right? This surname is rare, but also very famous!" Delphine spoke again.
"Is that so? Could I be a descendant of the Cape dynasty of the Kingdom of France?" Charles said with an expression that played along.
"Then I'll have to go back and ask my mother if she was the daughter of some duke or countess of the nobility!"
"Pfft, the Cape dynasty is one of the oldest dynasties in Europe. Although the main line has died out, the collateral lines are also very powerful. Even the current King of Spain and the Grand Duke of Luxembourg are still from the Bourbon family, a collateral branch of the Cape line!" Delphine laughed.
"Delphine, a dog in America probably has more than four nationalities mixed in. My mother is of French descent and my father is of British descent. Who knows if their previous generation had any German or Irish ancestry!" Charles shook his head. How boring.
What era is this? Still talking about nobility? Isn't France a republic? If a French name has 'de' or a German name has 'von', does that make them noble?
Good heavens, after World War I, how many people added 'von' or 'de' to their names just to fool upstart american?
Delphine smiled. It seemed Charles was indeed different from many american, scoffing at this so-called nobility.
After all, the supposedly superior European nobility has a very strong market in America!
"I called you tonight because I want you to arrange a grand reception for me. I need some Hollywood celebrities to participate, and I will also invite some fashion magazine media and other people who cooperate with LV," Delphine began to talk about business.
"Is that all?" Charles wanted to explode. You want me to come all the way here to see you for such a trivial matter? Couldn't you have just contacted my assistant?
"Of course there's more," Delphine stood up, pulled Charles up, then linked her arm through his, and said with a smile, "And to take me out for dinner, to introduce me to some American cuisine!"
"God, America is a culinary wasteland, don't you know? Besides big barbecued meats, egg and ham burgers with Coke, ice-cold beer, and whiskey, do those guys have any other food?" Charles couldn't help but complain.
"It seems you don't like it. Then will you take me to a restaurant you frequent?"
Charles looked at his watch, thought for a moment, and then said, "Never mind, I'll take you to Chinatown for dinner. I really love Chinese food."
"I usually eat Chinese food often. How about you?"
Delphine shook her head and said, "I have no objection. Chinese food is very refined; I've had it in France too."
"If you like it, let's go!"