3. Oscaris Fashion show

It was the D- day.

Oscaris fashion dressing press event was held today and Yara who was amongst the twenty and one designers had been very much invited to showcase her design which would be presented to the public.

She was so happy with the woman she was becoming. Hopefully, an independent and well rooted career woman.

As she got dressed in her off shouldered, wine red evening gown; Yara got a beep on her phone which she found out to be an email from the hospital she had gone yesterday for series of tests telling her that her result was ready.

Deciding to get the result the next day, Yara slipped her feet into her stilettos as she felt a whole new wave of nausea hit her. She had been easily irritated of late and to think that her breasts were getting more and more tender.

With a spine chilling hiss of frustration, Yara looked at herself in the mirror and with a sense of contentment, she walked out of her apartment, into the car she had earlier hired with Manhattan center in mind.

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Awestruck, Yara stood for what seemed like minutes staring at the renowned Grand Ballroom that was nothing near to what she had ever imagined.

Even the pictures hadn't done justice to what her eyes were beholding, as she had looked up the venue for the Oscaris fashion dressing press event, when she had gotten an invitation.

She could see the fashion company's logo right from the outside pavillion, to the elevator wraps and then, the electronic messaging boards.

Yara quickly shook her head and walked into one of the numerous dressing rooms where she met her few of her co designers who she would be competing against.

Noticing how serious minded everyone was, save only for the duo that have been laughing so hard since she had entered the room, Yara went ahead to deal with her stress which involved perfecting her French braids and going through her rehearsed speech.

"I heard Coco Columbia will be having a freaking live performance! Oh my goodness, I might just die right away."

Yara wouldn't have known the ivory skinned, petite brunette woman was referring to her, had she not been gently tapped.

"Uhh, okay." Yara replied, awkwardly. She didn't give two fucks about whatever performing artiste and she was in no mood for small talks.

"Come on, girllll. It's Coco Columbia that we're talking about. And I hope she gets to sing 'Under Clouds'."

"Okay."

The petite brunette chuckled softly. "I can be a handful but be sure to know that you just met a smart ass. Joyce, in the professional designing category."

Yara's eyes widened a bit. "Nice to meet you, Joyce. The name is Yara. Yara Martinez." She retorted.

"Ohh! You're the final year student of Amigo Fashion school who designed the outstanding nylon dress that brought the Oscaris spotlight on you." Joyce started with a bright smile playing on her face. "You're so pretty!"

Yara smiled. "Thanks, Joyce. I hope we meet more often."

The two ladies talked for some more time and Yara got to know that Joyce had been working in the Oscaris fashion dressing company for almost three years and that she was in her late twenties.

One by one, till there was no one left in the dressing room, everyone had gone into the Grand Ballroom.

With over five hundred seated dinner, a soft music played in the background as a hired catering company went about providing each table with appetizers and glass of a vintage white wine.

On the platform, the emcee who was no other award winning female impersonator, Eve Dicks- a tanned skin woman on a beige, thigh length dress and heels; had begun the introduction.

"Oscaris fashion dressing well known for its creativity and sustainability would today be hosting its tenth runway show. And have in the Grand Ballroom, today, twenty and one designers who would be taking the stage in an effort to showcase their designs." She began.

"Oscaris fashion dressing event as always, is dedicated to bringing together of different designers belonging to all type of skill levels and age groups. And this designers would be competing in three different categories: The youth, amateur and professional categories." Eve finished as she received a clapping ovation.

The soft music in the background kept playing as competitors in the first category began walking the runway while, either rocking their manufactured designed dress fabric or flaunting their printed dresses.

When it was Yara's turn to walk the runway, she felt a bit flustered and even tired.

God, why did her mood swing choose now, to fuck her up?!

Regardless, she maintained a relaxed poise and cat walked all through the runway in the classic tulip print dress she had tastefully designed with an aura of confidence.

While the judges who were curators, award wining costume designers, founders of their own boutiques/ galleries and art directors, respectively, were putting their heads together, trying to come into a fair conclusion of the winners of the press event, Coco Columbia had mounted the platform which had suddenly gone dark with the spotlight on her.

"Sad days,

Back to back,

These long rains,

Don’t leave no check

Six feet under under under under under clouds."

Her voice rang out melodiously, in the most hypnotic way and Yara was reminded of a month and few weeks ago when she had met Grayson Dolan at Montero Clubhouse.

She hardly believed that Cara hadn't told her of Grayson asking of her or whatsoever.

It was all buried.

Yara had barely reminisced over the past occurrences that had weighed her heart like a burden, when she felt that same familiar wave of nausea hit her once more.

But this time, darkness enveloped her as the last thing she ever felt was a swift movement, then a collision of her head with the marbled floor.