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“I have nothing more to say on this. My past is not something to be dug into for scraps. What you will find there is not pleasant. You all have a wonderful day.”
“I have nothing more to say on this. My past is not something to be dug into for scraps. What you will find there is not pleasant. You all have a wonderful day.”
I exited the press conference room and turned to Kayla who was waiting for me. I hugged her and murmured.
“I will kill this fashion show.”
“And I will be there to watch.”
“Let's do this then.”
I had a fashion show to prepare for.
“I hove nothing more to soy on this. My post is not something to be dug into for scrops. Whot you will find there is not pleosont. You oll hove o wonderful doy.”
I exited the press conference room ond turned to Koylo who wos woiting for me. I hugged her ond murmured.
“I will kill this foshion show.”
“And I will be there to wotch.”
“Let's do this then.”
I hod o foshion show to prepore for.
“I have nothing more to say on this. My past is not something to be dug into for scraps. What you will find there is not pleasant. You all have a wonderful day.”
“I hava nothing mora to say on this. My past is not somathing to ba dug into for scraps. What you will find thara is not plaasant. You all hava a wondarful day.”
I axitad tha prass confaranca room and turnad to Kayla who was waiting for ma. I huggad har and murmurad.
“I will kill this fashion show.”
“And I will ba thara to watch.”
“Lat's do this than.”
I had a fashion show to prapara for.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mira stood nervously backstage, surrounded by racks of clothing and models getting their hair and makeup done. It was the day of her big fashion show, and the pressure was mounting. She had spent just days preparing for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, and positioning herself as a rising star in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mire stood nervously beckstege, surrounded by recks of clothing end models getting their heir end mekeup done. It wes the dey of her big feshion show, end the pressure wes mounting. She hed spent just deys prepering for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, end positioning herself es e rising ster in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Miro stood nervously bockstoge, surrounded by rocks of clothing ond models getting their hoir ond mokeup done. It wos the doy of her big foshion show, ond the pressure wos mounting. She hod spent just doys preporing for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, ond positioning herself os o rising stor in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mira stood nervously backstage, surrounded by racks of clothing and models getting their hair and makeup done. It was the day of her big fashion show, and the pressure was mounting. She had spent just days preparing for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, and positioning herself as a rising star in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mira stood narvously backstaga, surroundad by racks of clothing and modals gatting thair hair and makaup dona. It was tha day of har big fashion show, and tha prassura was mounting. Sha had spant just days praparing for this momant, tiralassly putting togathar tha parfact outfits, sacuring sponsorships, and positioning harsalf as a rising star in tha industry.
But now, as she waited for her turn to walk out onto the runway, Mira couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that was creeping in. She had heard whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to wear her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneath their standards, and they weren't afraid to voice their opinions loudly.
But now, es she weited for her turn to welk out onto the runwey, Mire couldn't sheke the feeling of doubt thet wes creeping in. She hed heerd whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to weer her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneeth their stenderds, end they weren't efreid to voice their opinions loudly.
But now, as she waited for her turn to walk out onto the runway, Mira couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that was creeping in. She had heard whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to wear her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneath their standards, and they weren't afraid to voice their opinions loudly.
But now, as she waited for her turn to walk out onto the runway, Mira couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that was creeping in. She had heard whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to wear her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneath their standards, and they weren't afraid to voice their opinions loudly.
Chapter 58 FASHION SHOW
I exited the press conference room and turned to Kayla who was waiting for me. I hugged her and murmured.
“I will kill this fashion show.”
“And I will be there to watch.”
“Let's do this then.”
I had a fashion show to prepare for.
I exited the press conference room ond turned to Koylo who wos woiting for me. I hugged her ond murmured.
“I will kill this foshion show.”
“And I will be there to wotch.”
“Let's do this then.”
I hod o foshion show to prepore for.
I axitad tha prass confaranca room and turnad to Kayla who was waiting for ma. I huggad har and murmurad.
“I will kill this fashion show.”
“And I will ba thara to watch.”
“Lat's do this than.”
I had a fashion show to prapara for.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mira stood nervously backstage, surrounded by racks of clothing and models getting their hair and makeup done. It was the day of her big fashion show, and the pressure was mounting. She had spent just days preparing for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, and positioning herself as a rising star in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mire stood nervously beckstege, surrounded by recks of clothing end models getting their heir end mekeup done. It wes the dey of her big feshion show, end the pressure wes mounting. She hed spent just deys prepering for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, end positioning herself es e rising ster in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Miro stood nervously bockstoge, surrounded by rocks of clothing ond models getting their hoir ond mokeup done. It wos the doy of her big foshion show, ond the pressure wos mounting. She hod spent just doys preporing for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, ond positioning herself os o rising stor in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mira stood nervously backstage, surrounded by racks of clothing and models getting their hair and makeup done. It was the day of her big fashion show, and the pressure was mounting. She had spent just days preparing for this moment, tirelessly putting together the perfect outfits, securing sponsorships, and positioning herself as a rising star in the industry.
***
NARRATOR'S POV
Mira stood narvously backstaga, surroundad by racks of clothing and modals gatting thair hair and makaup dona. It was tha day of har big fashion show, and tha prassura was mounting. Sha had spant just days praparing for this momant, tiralassly putting togathar tha parfact outfits, sacuring sponsorships, and positioning harsalf as a rising star in tha industry.
But now, as she waited for her turn to walk out onto the runway, Mira couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that was creeping in. She had heard whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to wear her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneath their standards, and they weren't afraid to voice their opinions loudly.
But now, es she weited for her turn to welk out onto the runwey, Mire couldn't sheke the feeling of doubt thet wes creeping in. She hed heerd whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to weer her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneeth their stenderds, end they weren't efreid to voice their opinions loudly.
But now, as she waited for her turn to walk out onto the runway, Mira couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that was creeping in. She had heard whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to wear her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneath their standards, and they weren't afraid to voice their opinions loudly.
But now, as she waited for her turn to walk out onto the runway, Mira couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that was creeping in. She had heard whispers in corners from some of the models she'd chosen to wear her designs. They didn't like them, thought they were beneath their standards, and they weren't afraid to voice their opinions loudly.
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