THREE.

  "Come on, Brynn," King encouraged his younger sister.  King Bryant, the attractive and charming middle child of Alianna and Neo Bryant, looked like a stunning male model.  

He was tall, with a height of 6'5 ft, well-defined arms, a toned physique, and a tan complexion. He truly embodied male attractiveness and always caught people's attention.

Brynn resisted and said that she couldn't break her promise to Giada and go with you to your fashion show event.  

 "Alright, sure. Would you consider joining me at the fashion show?  I really hope you do," King begged.  

King, who was a second-year student studying fashion merchandising at Long Island University in Brooklyn, New York, had a strong love for his chosen field.    

"What is it that you want us to do?"  

 "Be my models. I just created a new design, and I need you girls to be my models," he explained with enthusiasm. 

"Bu-bu-but."  

"Can you do this one thing for me, just this one time? Please," he begged while crossing his fingers.  

Brynn had strawberry blonde hair, greenish-brown eyes, and looked a lot like her dad. She was 5'4 tall.   She had noticeable indentations on her cheeks and had a graceful and classy appearance.    

"Alright, fine.   I will give her a call and inform her.   Are you happy now?" She said with a smug expression on her face.  He expressed gratitude and left her room," he said.    

"Brynn, I'm nearly at the shopping center," she responded, already heading there to partake in the fashion escapade.  

"Change of plans, Giada; meet me at home. We've got somewhere else to go." 

"Say what now?" She raised her brow, puzzled by the sudden change.

"Just come over; I’d explain better." She reversed her car and headed towards Brynn’s house, wondering what could have caused the abrupt shift in plans.

I hope nothing bad happened.

"Brynn, what's with the last-minute change of plans?" she asked upon entering her room.

"Well, King wants us to be his models for some photoshoot. It kind of sounds more fun than roaming around the mall," Brynn answered.

"And why am I just hearing this?" she asked with her hands on her waist.

"Because I just told her about it this morning. I'm sorry for the last-minute change of plans," King responded behind her. She turned towards the sound of his voice, and her breath got caught in her throat. He looked gorgeous in his attire—wearing a cream tight turtleneck top, paired with black ripped skinny jeans, and white Air Jordan 1 Mid sneakers.

"When do we leave, and when do we get to change?" Brynn spoke up after the awkward silence.

"When we get there, come on, let's get going," King added, leading the way out of the room with the girls following behind.

The ride to the university was a symphony of singing and laughter as they belted out the songs playing on the radio.

"We are here," King announced as he parked the car. Opening the trunk, he retrieved the items needed for his showcase. Giada shut the door behind her, following Brynn and King. The campus sprawled out, was vast, and was beautiful.

"The show starts in 10. Here are the costumes. There's a changing room at the back, so you girls go get ready. After that, head to the hair and makeup table," he instructed.

"Isn't it better we do our hair and makeup before wearing the dress?" Brynn voiced out.

"Anyway, Brynn, you girls go get ready," he waved them off, walking out. Brynn and Giada made their way to the makeup room to get glammed up.

After an hour and a half, both girls were ready—with their hair, makeup, and costumes on, they looked absolutely stunning. Giada was adorned in a Cleopatra Sand Maxi Dress, paired with 4.5-inch slingback pumps known as the "Dare You Pump." A few alterations by her friend's brother transformed the dress into his original design. Her white-blonde hair was side-parted and plaited into a French braid at the back, adorned with tiny flowers.

Brynn was adorned in a strapless maroon dress with a mid-thigh slit, showcasing her confident style. Her 6-inch maroon platform buckle-zipper stiletto heels added an extra touch of glamour. The dress had been uniquely altered by her brother, making it an original creation. Her strawberry blonde hair, elegantly curled, allowed the waves to flow seamlessly. Both girls sported a nude shade of makeup that complemented their looks perfectly.

It's showtime.

As King called them onto the stage, Brynn and Giada confidently strutted down the runway, boldly showcasing King's impeccable designs. The crowd was captivated by the outfits and the girls' confidence. King couldn't take his eyes off Giada, completely blown away by her beauty and self-assured presence.

"That was awesome," Brynn squealed as they exited the runway.

"Have you ever dreamed of becoming a supermodel?" she asked Giada in the changing room.

"No, why do you ask?" Giada inquired.

"Because you're a natural superstar. I loved your confidence out there, and the crowd was blown away by you, even King," she teased.

"Oh, come on, you did great as well," Giada nudged her.

"But not as you."

~

"Helen?" Alyona was shocked to see her. It had been a while since they last met. Helen, the daughter of Penny Cameron, one of her mom’s best friends, approached her.

"Alyona? You're the new stylist?" Helen walked towards her.

"Yes, I am, and it's so good to see you." They shared a warm hug. Alyona had always looked up to Helen and admired her since childhood.

~~

Ida locked her door behind her, donning a coat over her burgundy strapless solid button bodycon dress. Checking the time anxiously, every passing second seemed to amplify the absence of Elon Maximilian.

He promised to be here at 8 p.m., and it was 15 minutes to 9 p.m. with still no sign of him.

"I raised my hopes too high," she sighed, turning on her heel to walk back into her house. Elon honked his horn, drawing her attention to him.

He knew he was very late, and it wasn't his fault. There was something at work that needed his attention before leaving the office.

It's rude to keep a woman waiting, his inner self scolded.

“I know, I know.”

Turning off the ignition, he got out of the car, locking it in the process. He was dressed in a black turtleneck long-sleeve shirt, paired with blue-black trousers and expensive shoes.

“I'm sorry, I was l---”

Ida turned to face him with a small smile on her face, looking more beautiful than ever. She hadn't changed that much, just a little fuller in the right places.

“Late?” she finished for him, cocking her head to the side.

“Shall we?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied, placing her hand in his outstretched hand as he led her to his car. Elon opened the passenger seat door, helping her in before taking his place in the driver's seat.