Coming out of the private dressing room, to a more open space, the whole place was bright, emitting a glow. They made the windows of glass as they positioned mannequins at the front displaying the masterpiece they wore. It filled the place with people of different classes knowing the section where they belong to. People of different classes were intensely focused on their own activities, as if they were in a school-like setting.
Her heels clicking on the floor, making a sharp sound as she flaunts her hips, holding her limited vintage handbag. "Looks like you got new clothes shipped in." She paused to observe the clothes, her attention devoted entirely to them.It wasn't that she did not have them in her closets of something with a similar design. Even an infinite amount of clothing could not quench the desire of a girl who has a passion for fashion. There was always a need to have more.
Favio was hot on her tail, "Don't worry girl, I got you covered. Yours is yet to arrive, but when it does, I will. Personally, bring them to your condo."
Progressing to the entrance, "I heard someone say that you were the one working on Abi's gown for the spring award ceremony."
Taken aback by the sudden inquiry, he quickly regained his composure. "It's all about business. The fashion world is highly competitive and you must take advantage of any chance you get, or else someone will." After a brief pause, he continued, "What about you? I haven't gotten your long-term plans for your gown yet, or are you not going to the event this year?"
She chortle, how could she not attend when she was one of the most voted nominee, there was no single year she did not emerge as the winner, so this year will be no different, "Since you already have your hands full I don't what to impose my dress on, someone else will be making mine. "
How could she seek another designer? When he was here, he was one of the top designers in this industry. Wanting to know the low life designer she picked, he asked, "Who?"
"DD PATEL. "there was evidence of pride in the way she spoke.
He murmured the name "DD PATEL" in an almost inaudible voice.
"It's understandable if you don't know ,Her, as not everyone can come in contact with such an influence," she belittled him. "She's ten times in a row the valliance of eastparck, winner of 'am a creator of the universe' fashion show. "
Favio's eyes widened in realization and his lips formed an 'o' as he snapped his fingers in recognition; suddenly the answer to where her name came from was clear to him; he had seen her only once when he traveled to Eastparck for a grand night gala.
"It's not that I haven't heard of her, it's just that with the number of people I come in contact with they are of high standards, so it wasn't easy for me to remember a name of a low, rising designer "giving her the perfect combat.
Eyeing her from head to toes, how did an ordinary A listed actress like herself get a person with significant influence to make a grown for? Now he was starting to believe the rumors hovering around her.
With a nonchalant attitude, she brushed what he said off her shoulders and announced, "Let the dress be the judge of that day" before they descended the stairs and made their way to the underground parking lot area.
And the whole time they were walking, no one had dared her for an autograph. They all passed by her. That was one of the reasons she enjoyed shopping here. She could shop all day long without the worry of being crowded by fans.
Now in the parking lot, Favio came forward to her, kissing both sides of her chicks while making the sound with his mouth.
Tapping on his life shoulder, wanting him to stop, "Too much kissing Favio, you're going to ruining my makeup"
Taking two steps backward, giving her a girlish smile, "Enjoy the rest of your day, sweetheart. "Bidding her farewell, the car drove off.
Walking inside the building, he saw one of his employees rushing toward him. He gave her a questioning look.
A little out of breath, it took some time to respond," Miss Abi just arrived, she's waiting in your office".
"What are you doing standing here? Go keep her company," hushing her to get inside.
Sighting out in relief, it was a miracle that Lily had just left before the other woman came. Thank goodness that their path did not cross here. If not, the heat of the argument would have been hard to lower down, dragging him in the middle.
The girl ascended the stairs, departing from the scene and leaving him to assemble the new persona he was preparing to present.
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Now seated in the moving, looking through the window, feel the cool breeze adorning the sight.
Her assistant seated herself at the far end of the car, her countenance clouded by worry as she mulled over how to inform her of the news. Dabbing off the invisible sweat off her face. She summoned courage. Choosing her words wisely, she started. "Miss."
Lilly turned to look at the human in the car. "What's it, Rachel? Can't you see am having my alone time"
"Mi... Miss…. Uh… The comp.. "
"Are you dumb can't you talk properly?" she snapped at her, a little annoyed.
Rachel jerked back. Why don't you let her see it by herself? The devil in her head whispered, obeying it. She handed the tablet over to Lilly. "Here mam, take a look. "
Yanking the tab off her hand, she read what was on display on the screen.
Actress Lily Paige, spark entertainment has just dropped, her contract manager terminated her contact for some unknown reason. Her fan page was the platform her manager used to make the announcement this morning. Her fans are going on rampage, social media bursting with news, saying this year awards will be going to someone else.
Anger bubbled in her. How could they make such a big decision without her consent, who gave them the right to terminate her contract like it was just a piece of paper? Gripping on the tab she tosses it on the seat, balling her hands into a fist. Subconsciously, Rachel shifted back, as she was under Lilly's rage.
"Call Rui immediately. Does he know about this?" Rui was her lifeline. He would never let this happen.
"He's not picking up his phone, so is Mr. Vincent. His phone has been off," she reported, having the knowledge of what she was going to ask next.
"What do you mean, they are not picking their phones?" This was all a setup. If they both think they could throw her off the sailing boat when one of the biggest awards of the year is a week away, then they have another thing coming.
"You're going to regret your decision, Vincent! You're. "digging her nails into her palm.