Paula walked towards the backstage, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. As she got closer, a sea of models, assistants, and designers parted, their voices dropping to soft murmurs.
The models, especially, exchanged startled glances, their eyes wide with shock and curiosity.
"Is that... Onyx?" one of them whispered, her voice tinged with awe.
"No way! Onyx?! Here?!" another gasped, barely containing her excitement.
There was no mistaking Paula's mask, which was emblazoned with her distinctive model mark. It was a clear symbol of the mystery she had created over her career.
As Onyx, she was known for her mystique, never once stepping foot backstage, always appearing as if from thin air, leaving the audience guessing and yearning for more. But today was different.
Today, she was here.
