Alvin understood Stark's anger!
Even the world's richest man had to yield to the "World Cup"...
Of course, he could throw money at the problem and hire a top designer for Pepper.
But the principle was the same...
Anyone willing to do it for a little money was definitely not the best!
It was like asking Real Madrid to skip the UEFA Champions League and play a commercial match against you. That was absolutely impossible...
But the national team of a certain country could do it. Many years ago, they could even call back the handful of players who played overseas just to take part in a few friendly matches.
Designers were much the same...
Now that things had come this far, any designer with a bit of ambition would be putting all their energy into that damn Reality Show competition!
Win, and they'd gain both fame and fortune. Lose, and at least they could say they'd taken part!
A perfectionist like Pepper would definitely want the best...
And in everyone's mind, the best would surely come out of the "Wedding Dress World Cup."
No top designer would ever miss an event like that!
Alvin juggled the clawing, squirming Morgan for a moment, then set the restless little thing down on the bar...
Then he kidnapped Sapling and the fat dog, "Captain," from the backyard and brought them over to witness the commotion...
Seeing Stark's dejected expression, Alvin said helplessly, "What am I supposed to do?
This whole mess is out of control!
Am I supposed to grab my battle axe and go over there to tell those designers not to compete?"
As he spoke, Alvin gloomily poured Stark some whiskey and complained, "If it comes to it, we'll wear the dresses ourselves and make those crazy women wear suits!