22 Fashion Show

----Stephanie's POV----

Few days have passed, it was morning. Today was our 'Haute Couture Spring Summer Fashion show.' typically gowns that I personally made that my workers help to accomplish it. Most of the things I designed were High fashion clothing gowns, this is where I personally like to design. We're all busy checking every inch of it making sure none will go wrong and will turn out as expected.

I still remember what happened a few days ago, about my 'Pretentious Admirer of mine'. I already gotten over it but still bothered the fact that he knows what my fear is. But, to be honest I'm still afraid of that experience but... It's still hard for me to get over on it. I never learn how to swim and either don't plan on learning it. Just by thinking about it make's me suffocate... He got some good sources, huh? Come to think of it, he didn't send any letter for a couple of days... No need to think about it's not like I miss him or anything. Now that I think about it, Clark and William are on a mission tonight but I can't make it since the show's tonight. Now's not the time to think about that...! I quickly brush away my thoughts. Trying to focus on preparing for the show

That night, the shows about to start. I already wear my gown for my appearance after showcasing my gowns. It was a shiny v-neck silver gown, my hair in crown braided with a silver leaf hairpin on it. As I was about to enter the backstage to check the models cause it's about the start. What appeared in front of me were a bunch of hair designers along as makeup stylists gathered around, their makeups getting checked once again. It was quite noisy.

They all stop at what they're doing and look at me in surprise.

"What?" I raised my eyebrow to them

They all continue back on their work not getting bothered by me.

Am I really that scary?

After a few moments, the crowd started applauding. I was about to check the stage when I bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The man apologizes right away as he touches down his hat. Is he... a janitor? Why would a janitor end up here? His voice was quite gentle and has long shiny white hair. His janitor hat was covering his face that I caught only a glimpse of it.

"It's okay..." I answer him awkwardly but resting him assured.

He looks a bit suspicious... he walks away immediately leaving me quite surprised.

"Stephanie?" Someone suddenly taps my shoulder.

"Oh, Anna..." I look back it was Anna who was waiting for me.

"The show's about to start." She says politely but quite worried at me.

Shit! The show. It looks like M. C's done with the introduction. I look back and all the models were lining up in straight lie getting ready to walk out.

"Remember what I told you."

They all nodded then head outside.

After a long time, the models have finished walking on the stage. The M.C. started to present the creator which is me. I brief myself in the corner before walking outside.

"And now! May I present to you the one and only Ms. V!" The M.C. says cheerfully as I began to head to walk towards the crowd. They all clap in amusement. I wave them in response. I walk towards the stage with a pleasant smile on m face. All of their eyes shine at me when they look at me walking around with a beautiful gown I'm wearing. Their eyes were full of amazement... This is kinda cringy...

Then the M.C. give me a bouquet of flowers, I thank him as he gives me the mike.

"Thank you for coming to my fashion show. I hope our dear guest did have a great time seeing my design and of course, It wouldn't be successful without my worker's help." I say proudly to them.

As I wander my eyes on the applauding audience, there was one man who our eyes met but I look away immediately and continue my speech.

There was my mom watching from below, I give her a warm smile. She mostly attends my fashion show but sometimes she didn't because she has an important gathering party with her 'amigos'. Whenever I saw her watching my designs. It kinda makes me feel greater and has less regret for choosing this path in my life.

After my speech, the show continues with a venue with the guests. It's like a celebration party for having a successful fashion show and also greetings to the guest. As the venue arise, I was standing on a classic cocktail table with my mom when people started coming over and starts interacting with me, Anna was beside me while talking to the guest. All of them were praising me about my works. I admit I kinda feel happy hearing their comment even though I guess some of them are just made up.

"Ms. V! Your designs are indeed splendid!" The woman says excitedly. She kinda has an accent so I guess she's from a different country.

"Oh, thank you!" I answer her back with a warm laugh.

"Madam Vascana! You're here again! I wonder how are you so close to Ms. V when you always attend her shows!" The woman says delightedly as she was holding her champagne.

"Well... Her works are always fantastic so there is as well point of being here." She says trying to hide our relationship as she looks at me. Wow... Mom is really sharp-tongue as my brother. She doesn't have to put it like that. No wonder Clark's like that...

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm just going to head somewhere." I say politely to her. Mom looks confusedly at me. I just wink at her resting her assured. She sighs and lets me go in no choice. Mom still wants me to talk to the guest but I want to rest a bit.

I sigh in exhaustion as I leave the table trying to at least have some space from the guest. I was kinda tired since the morning, preparing for the show and also interacting with the guest. Of course, I have to maintain my professionalism. You may say it's kinda hard talking with them since you don't want to offend them somehow.

As I was walking, an elegant man with a gentle face walks towards me making me stop. He looks quite familiar. Wait... Oh, He's the man who our eyes got locked with earlier.

"Good Evening Ms. V!" He greeted me with a polite smile, has a gentleman voice which kinda makes me rest assured.

"Champagne?" He offers me politely.

"Thank you..."

Oh! I was about to get one but... luckily someone got it from me. This man looks like an honorable man, the way he speaks and moves.

"Good Evening, May I know who you are?" I ask politely confused.

"I'm Thomas Anderson, CEO of a modeling company." He bows slightly to me as he took my hand and kissed the palm of it. Uh? What the hell...?