Chapter 92: The fashion show (Part-2)
Riya smoothed her irritation over with a dazzling, artificial smile as she strode toward her designated corner. The makeup artist immediately got to work, brushing across her face with swift, expert strokes. Beside her, Shay Walsh’s assistant stood patiently, holding the exquisite gown.
Riya kept her chin lifted high, deliberately ignoring the assistant’s presence. Her gaze shifted to the mirror, silently observing her reflection as the makeup artist worked.
From across the room, Bree watched with a raised eyebrow. She strode over to Zara and leaned in to whisper, "I can’t stand her. I’m just waiting for that inflated ego of hers to stumble right off the runway."
"Don’t pay attention to her," Zara said quietly as she kept her focus firmly on her work.
After some time, Zara finished adjusting the hem of the first model’s dress.
It was a delicate ensemble made of soft, flowing organza. The fabric shimmered with every movement in a way that made the entire piece seem alive.
The model turned to walk toward the entrance to line up for the opening walk. But before she could take more than a few steps, Riya, casually strolling by with a bottle of water in hand and intentionally stepped right onto the trailing skirt.
A sound of a sharp rip echoed in the air.
The model froze mid-step, her face pale. A jagged tear had split the lower part of the gown, ruining it entirely.
"Oh my God!" Riya gasped, eyes widening in mock shock. "I didn’t notice it. I’m so, so sorry." She placed a hand on her chest dramatically, pretending it had been a mistake.
Zara hurried over, her gaze falling to the torn fabric.
"Oh no," Bree burst out. "What have you done?" She shot Riya a sharp glare.