Reporters were not the only ones arriving here. With the rapid development of the inte, everyone was racing to be the first to publish news. Whoever reported first and with the highest uracy would get the best ratings.


    Though the fashion show was not exactly breaking news. It was a live event. Everyone was vying for that first wave of traffic.


    Some models were already walking the runway, and several celebrities were seated in the audience. Nina was busy looking for the best angles to take photos.


    "Miss Walker."


    She turned around at the sound of her name and saw Penelope behind her. She looked around. It was all staff here, while the celebrities were in the main area. "Ms. Zimmerman, what are you doing here?" Penelope responded warmly, "You don''t need to call me Ms. Zimmerman, just call me Penelope."


    Nina had a good impression of her. "What are you doing out here? You should be in the main area. It''s all staff here. You might get mobbed by photographers!"


    She knew how crazy reporters could be. Penelope being out here like this was risky for her safety.


    Penelope seemed unconcerned, ncing at the reporters and photographers who were focused on other celebrities. "Do you see anyone paying attention to me?"


    Nina looked around and realized they were all either photographing the runway or some well-known actresses. She understood that Penelope was not as popr as she used to be.


    Nina was not sure if she had hit a sore spot, but she wanted to be considerate. "But you''re still very beautiful. We''ll take some photos of youter."


    "Thank you," Penelope replied with a rxed smile.


    Her assistant, who was with her, added, "Ever since Penelope yed a supporting role to Miranda, Miranda''s poprity soared while Penelope''s fell. She hasn''t been getting good roles, and she refuses to take on bad ones, so she''s been on hold."


    Her assistant seemed more worried than Penelope herself, fearing she would be forgotten.


    Nina looked at Penelope who was still maintaining her smile.


    Penelope asked, "Why did you be a reporter? I remember you used to work with Mr. York. Did you switch jobs?"


    "Yes, I did," Nina replied.


    "Make way, make way! Miss Miranda ising through!"


    Suddenly, Miranda emerged from the backstage, as morous as ever. Despite her declining fame, she always made a grand entrance, apanied by seven or eight assistants. In big events, she ensured everyone knew she was the favored rising star. Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Penelope''s assistant looked displeased, but Penelope moved aside to let them pass.


    Miranda had been making headlinestely. Despite some negative press, reporters loved any buzz around her. Being controversial was better than being irrelevant.


    Nina watched as Miranda was


    surrounded by a crowd, with people frantically taking her photos. Though Miranda appeared to be trying to hide, her expression was perfectly controlled. Even when avoiding the cameras, she managed to present her most beautiful angles,


    "Miss Miranda, over here!" a famous magazine photographer called out.


    Miranda was adept at reading the room and was aware of the magazine''s prestige. She knew that a good shot from them could boost her image, so she looked up, offering a perfect shot. Even a simple nce, when captured by a professional photographer, could be stunning.


    As long as she had attention, she could regain her footing in the industry.


    Nina observed the scene and couldn''t help but think that Miranda was like an unbeatable cockroach. Even when her reputation was tarnished, she could still find a way to rise again.