Chapter 91: The fashion show (Part-1)
The green room buzzed with anticipation and energy. Models moved between makeup chairs and racks of garments. Stylists scurried around, adjusting hemlines, fixing stray curls, and touching up lips.
In the middle of all the chaos stood Zara, with awe in her wide eyes as she watched the models carrying her dresses so gracefully.
Her creations came to life. Flowing hems, daring cuts, bold embroidery, and sleek modern lines – those dresses looked amazing on the models’ perfect figures. Each design she had agonized over, reworked, and stitched with hope was now ready to meet the world.
After five long years away from the runway, this was her moment. Her heart raced with excitement and nerves. She felt the weight of expectation press into her chest, both thrilling and terrifying.
"I can’t believe this," she whispered. "It’s really happening."
Bree wrapped an arm around her shoulders with a reassuring smile as she surveyed the models with confident eyes. "Believe it. This evening, everyone is going to appreciate your designs. Look at them—they look stunning."
Zara turned to her, nervous energy coursing through her. "What if something goes wrong?"
"Think positively," Bree said. "Nothing will happen. Everything is going on so smoothly. What can go wrong?"
A radiant smile danced across her lips. "People are going to notice your work and your talent—just believe in yourself. I’m confident these designs will draw Nicole’s attention. She is a visionary. Even if we don’t win a trophy, she’ll see the value in what you have created."
Zara let out a shaky breath, hoping whatever Bree had said would come true. She allowed herself to believe that this time, everything was about to change.
The green room’s chatter dimmed for a moment when Riya walked in like she owned the place.
Tall, arrogant, and dripping with effortless glamour, she moved through the space with confidence. Her sleek hair flowed behind her, and a pair of oversized sunglasses hid her eyes.