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Scarlett
My stomach flip-flopped as I waited for the model to come out from
behind the burgundy curtains. All the fashion houses came together for this
particular event in Paris, France. This was my big debut in the most important
celebration for the world of fashion.
My spring/summer collection was
destined to be a winner. I could already see my name in lights as I sat on the
edge of my seat, waiting impatiently. I absentmindedly twirled a tendril of
my long, blond hair around my perfectly manicured finger.
Hello? Are they asleep back there? I tapped the buckles of my heels
together loudly underneath my chair and smiled sweetly at the woman who
peered over at me, obviously annoyed by my childish behavior.
She shook
her head and shifted in her seat to try and distance herself from me. I’m sure
that half an inch to the left will do you wonders.
Scanning the crowd for well-known fashion district celebrities, I spotted
Ella Cantrell, the woman who held the most fashion awards—a woman I was
secretly envious of. Inwardly, I swooned and couldn’t wait to see the look on
her face when she saw my artwork. I pictured Ella begging me to work on her
next collection. That’s right, Ella, eat your heart out.
What is taking so loooooooong? I fidgeted with the snap on my black,
sparkly purse. I’d bought it on Canal Street in New York City for a fraction
of the cost of most Rudy Harper bags.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Miss Persnickety beside me looked at me
again, raising her eyebrow as if to say, “Do you really have to behave like a
two-year-old?”
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. It calms my nerves.
Becoming the biggest sensation in the fashion world took more time
than I thought. I huffed, my eyes glued to the still curtain. I’m sure anyone
looking at me would see the steam coming out of my ears. I wanted to go
behind the curtain myself but figured I’d likely be arrested and taken to
fashion prison. However, Miss Persnickety would be happy about my sudden
departure. The seconds ticked by, and I tried to get rid of the ants in my
pants, squirming around in my seat.
Lara would soon walk out wearing my latest and most creative work of
art. I saw the curtain swish back and forth and took in a deep breath, filling
with anticipation.
My big moment had finally arrived.
The curtain parted as the tall, graceful model strutted out with my outfit
on—but wait. What? Something’s wrong! Where’s Lara? Who’s this wearing
my design?
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