"Get ready, girls. The show is about to start 30 minutes from now." The famous designer, Ronald Smith, shouted from the hall.
I immediately wore the glittering black and white lingerie that was laid out for me. I traced the diamonds that was attached to the lingerie—it's so sparkly. It barely covered my privates but still, it was a beautiful creation.
After a few minutes, the 18kg wings appeared in front of me. It's a magnificent black and white wings that touches the ground. It was carried by one of their security guards with a bulky stature. I slipped my hand through the strings that will make the wings attached to my back.
It felt heavy at first but I quickly adjusted to the weight of it. I stared at the mirror and felt glamorous with everything I wore including the 5 inched silver fit boots.
As I went outside, Ronaldo saw me and went 'awe' with the way his creation suited me perfectly.
"Gurl, I knew that you're the one perfect for the luna lingerie." He scanned me up and down then smiled from ear to ear.
"Well, I'm honored that I'm the first one to wear this elegant lingerie, Ronaldo." I went in for a hug which he genuinely return.
"You'll definitely gonna take their breath away, Therese." He tapped ny shoulders and went away to check on the other models that is present.
*****
We're now lining up at the backstage of the studio. I'll be the last person to come out because the lingerie I'm is the finale collection of the show.
My sweat is profusely dripping from every nuke of my body. I am a little nervous but it isn't enough to make me sweat this much. My P.A slowly wiped my face with a clean tissue being careful not to damage the makeup I'm wearing.
"Are you okay, Therese? You seem awfully pale." She said with a worried face.
"I'm fine, I don't know why this is happening as well." She guided me to a chair so that I could relax and ease the tension I'm feeling.
She handed me a bottle of water and when I was about to drink it, my head started to ache painfully causing me to let go.
I gripped my head tight and groaned because of the unbearable pain it's causing.
'Beware..
Beware of a man..
He'll come for you..'
The voice of a woman continuously echoed inside my head. I fell from the chair but the pain from my fall is far from the pain I feel in my head. I felt a liquid came out of my nose and I saw them gasped, handing my P.A a box of tissue.
I wiped the liquid using my hand and saw that it was blood.
"It's okay, Therese. Breath, inhale, exhale. Come on" I followed Gwyneth's advice but it did nothing to ease the pain.
"What's happening here?" A man wearing a tuxedo appeared in front of me—blocking the light.
"It's okay, Therese. I'm here, calm down." He caressed my cheek and the pain magically subsided.
"Benedict? Is that you?" I gripped his hand and adjusted my sight to see him more clearly.
"Yes, it's me" Benedict carried me from the ground to the chair. He handed me a bottle of water, wiped the blood from my face and caressed my cheek.
"Are you okay now?" I nodded. I intaked a large breath of air and the pain that was killing me silently a while ago, vanished into thin air.
Ronaldo appeared with a worried face and asked me if I'm capable of joining the other models. I reassuringly smiled and nodded—I won't let this opportunity slip through my finger. This is my chance to widen my connections and to attract designers who would hire me as one of their model.
"That's good to hear but don't push yourself, okay?" He tapped my shoulders and I nodded. "You can sit there and wait for your turn."
"Thank you, Ronaldo." He smiled and walked away instructing the models to go back to their lines. I faced Benedict and hugged him.
"It was so painful. Thank you for saving me" he caressed my hair and kissed the top of my head.
"Always, Therese." I let go of him and he stood up fixing the hem of his tuxedo. "I'll be at front."
I nodded. Benedict has always been there for me, even when I was still not a famous model. He took me in when he found me at the street—covered with ashes and can barely breath. He treated me like his daughter and I treated him like my own father.
I've always been thankful of him for being so good and kind to me, and someday, I will repay him of his kindness. Gwyneth inspected the lingerie and the wings—looking for damage. Thankfully, there wasn't. I stood up from the chair and lined up when I saw the fewer models near the entry way.
******
Finally, it is my turn. I walked through the little stairs and waited for the two ladies to go back.
"The much awaited collection of Mr. Ronaldo Smith, the Goddess Luna!" The singer announced and it was my clue to walk down the run away.
Spotlight was directed to me. Flashing of cameras and the loud applaud by the people is like music to my ears. I confidently took one step in front of the other, like I own the staged. I smiled and turned. I stop in the front and striked different poses for the audience.
I waved my hand and when I was about to turn, I caught a glimpse of two glaring eyes. My eyes was fixated to the same eyes who's glaring at me. The woman's voice echoed inside my head and it took all onces of my strength to not collapsed.
His eyes is like peeking through my soul—calling for me. I heard him growled and it was like a music to my ears.
'Why the is he growling?'
The man was wearing a white suit. He's like a greek god who came down to earth just to see me here. But the most attractive part of him, is his phoenix colored eyes.
'Beware of a man..
—White suit
His phoenix colored eyes—
Amanda.. Amanda..'
The voices kept repeating inside of my head and I quickly stride forward when I noticed that I've been glued in my place. But after a taking two step forward, the man whispered..
"Mine."