New York, 4:00 P.M.
As soon as they arrived, Maria wasn't spared any time to get some rest first. She was pulled to get some fitting in the building rented for her preparation. Surrounded with people since in the morning, she was feeling a little dizzy already but she can't complain under the make brushes of five makeup artist working on her all at once.
It wasn't a dress for her but a brown spandex that she had to wear while she was drawn with paints with renowned artists in celebration for diversity in the form of art. Her body was not a body but a canvass that would carry a message to everybody. Or atleast that was how Maria could remembered from the main artists who thought of her theme for the Gala.
