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"Yesss, Mr. Mondragon. You're having a baby girl," Dr. Olivia said with a warm smile.Mr. Mondragon let out a faint uneasy chuckle. "You might be mistaken," he said, his voice trembling with nerves.Dr. Olivia tilted her head slightly. "No no, Iâm 100% sure. I remember wanting to send you the email right away, but... Mrs. Mondragon asked me to hold on to it."His eyes widened and his hands clenched into tight fists and he said nothing."Or... maybe she just hasnât told you yet?" Olivia added quickly, placing her hand over her mouth. "Oh, Iâm so sorry. I mightâve just spoiled the surprise she was planning for you."Mr. Mondragon took a shaky step back. For the first time in his life, he felt it deep within himâŚ.heâd been deceived.Mondragon forced a strained smile. "Thank you, Doc," he muttered.Dr. Olivia, still apologetic, gave a small nod and walked away with her suitcase.Only when she was gone did he exhale, hand gripping the edge of a nearby wall.He inhaled and exhaled slowly..
Next day after the event...........Mon stood in the middle of it all, wearing a wide smile. He spotted Thersa and walked over quickly. Without warning, he pulled her close to him and wrapped an arm around her waist.âThis is the woman of my dreams!â he said loudly, making sure everyone heard. âDidnât I tell you all she had something special?âHe kissed her cheek as cameras flashed around them.Thersa gave a small smile, but her eyes didnât shine. She looked around the room trying to free herselfMon went on. âI always knew she had it in her. My wife is full of surprises.âPeople clapped again. Thersa stood still, her hands folded in front of her. She wondered how Mon could pretend so easily...like he had never once doubted her.Someone from the crowd suddenly asked, âBut Mr. Mondragon, you werenât at the fashion show yesterday?âMonâs smile tightened. âOh yeah⌠and I deeply regret missing that victory,â he said quickly. âBut hey, we canât always get it right. Thatâs why I brought my
The energy is shifting. Assistants rushed back and forth as they adjusted outfits, pinning hems. Some designers whisper quietly to their teams, nerves high.The hostâs voice echoes from the runway, coming through the hallway speakers"Ladies and gentlemen, the final round is about to commence! Give it up for MSH Court!" The spotlight followed a tall figure emerging from the shadows...MSH, the designer himself, modeling his own final piece. The outfit shimmered under the stage lights, layered in bold cuts, rich tones, and sharp detailing. It was regal and daring.The judges leaned in, taking notes, exchanging glances. When he reached the end of the runway, he paused.JUDGE 1âThat was a strong choice to model it yourself. Tell us, what inspired this piece?ââItâs a story of transformation from rejection to royalty. Every thread carries that weight.â MSH said confidentlyJUDGE 2âAnd the choice of color?ââPower. Silence. Pain. They all blend here.â MSH responded.The crowd clapped aga
âLadies and gentlemen,â the host smiled as he stood at the centre stage with the runway stretching long behind her.âThank you for joining us at this yearâs Fashion Week. Tonight, we celebrate creativity, bold choices, and the rising names shaping the future of design.âThe room quieted as the first beat of music rolled in.âNow, to kick things off, letâs welcome our opening designer.âWith that, the first model stepped out. The audience leaned in, watching the flow of fabric and movement. There was quiet murmuring, phones raised, and nods of approval as the first few looks made their way down the runway..The camera cuts to the backstage area. Models are lining up, stylists doing last-minute touches. The host, holding a mic, walks up to one of the top designers, whoâs checking the final look of a model.âYouâve been one of the top designers in the game. What should we expect from your collection today?â The host asked with a smile.âThis year, Iâm honoring heritage with a modern twis
âOne, two, three⌠One, two, threeâŚâ Diana muttered as she paced in front of the runway strip in her studio. Her voice echoed, sharp and exact, as the models tried to follow her rhythm.They stood in line, dressed in a vibrant array of cultural-inspired designs one model wore a flowing crimson robe with gold embroidery stitched in bold tribal patterns, while another donned a sleek fusion of a kimono and modern gown, the sleeves trailing like silk waterfalls.A third model, dressed in a bright Ankara-print dress with exaggerated shoulder cuts and beads lining the neckline, struggled slightly in her heels.Diana stopped.âNo, no, no what is that walk? Youâre not heading to church on a Sunday,â she barked. âYouâre carrying legacy, history, elegance!âShe stepped onto the runway herself, brushing past the confused model. âWatch.âIn one powerful stride, she straightened her back, let her chin lift ever so slightly, and glided forward like the runway was built for her.âSee that? Thatâs how
"Maâam! Weâve been selected for Fashion Week....next week!"Thersa froze, the fabric slipping from her hands as she turned sharply."What?! Really?" she gasped as her eyes widened with disbelief.Her assistant nodded, smiling with excitement."Yes! Just got the confirmation!"Thersa blinked, her heart racing."Oh my...... what do we do now? We donât even have a full fit ready for the runway! How are we supposed to pull this off?"She started pacing, her hands gripping the edge of the nearest table."The lineup isnât even finalised, and the models weâre working with....theyâre not ready not for something this big!"Her assistant stepped closer, placing a hand gently on her shoulder."Miss Thersa, breathe. Weâve pulled off crazier things before. Weâll figure this out....one step at a time."Thersa nodded slowly, still in shock."Okay... okay. What am I still standing here for." she said and rushed to her table.âŚ.âŚâŚâŚâŚThe models walked in a near-perfect line, each of them wrapped in bol
With a measuring tape resting around her neck, Thersa moved quietly toward the mannequin dressed in a shimmering silver cloth.She bent slightly, as she adjusted the fabric near the waistline, slipping in a careful stitch.Behind her, the sound of sewing machines filled the space. Tailors chatted softly as they worked, some ironing, some sketching. A few dresses were already hung on racks, each one carefully labelled for the upcoming launch.âMaâam,â her assistant called from across the room, walking over with a tablet. âWe just got confirmation....the models will arrive tomorrow for fitting.â Thersa gave a small nod, her eyes still focused on the dress. âGood. Make sure we clear the front section by noon. I want everything perfect.âAs she made her way to the front section, the door opened, and the soft chime above it rang. Thersa looked up.âOhhh... I didnât know you still ran this place,â Diana said, stepping inside with a bright smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. âI was just
She dragged her luggage down the stairs in a hurry, the wheels bumping noisily against each step. âTake this to the car,â she muttered to one of the guards at the doorway. Turning sharply, she pointed at the maid. âAnd make sure the rest of my things are packed and sent too.ââMother! Where are you going?â Thersa called out, rushing down after her.Mrs. Camillia adjusted her dress and didnât slow her pace. âWhere do you think Iâm going?â she snapped. âTo a place where Iâm still the matriarch....where Iâm shown the respect I deserve.â She motioned to the maid again. âMove faster. I donât want to leave anything behind.âJust then, Mr. Mondragonâs voice rang from the study area... âMother? Where are you going?âMrs. Camillia froze for a moment, her lips tight. âYou,â she said coldly and turned his way, âare the last person I want to see right now. Not once....not once in all my years with your father was I ever disrespected like this. This humiliation â she placed a hand on her ches
Nobody does it like the Mondragons..." Mr Leo muttered as he paced to Diegoâs side to congratulate him for the fifth time that evening.Mr Mon let out a light chuckle âYou say that every time, Leo.ââAnd every time, you prove me right,â Mr. Leo grinned, giving him a firm pat on the back. âThis wasnât just an announcement.....it was something more historical, I just witnessed history.ââŚ.âŚâŚâŚâŚ.Ruby gasped again. âShe looks so happy. Look at the way heâs holding her, like a real manââEnough.â Rafaelâs voice cut through the room, sharp and cold.Ruby looked up, startled.He didnât say another word.Just turned and walked away.âŚ.âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ........................................ Monâs eyes turned to Thersa.âShe made it history,â he said quietly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Mrs. Camilla lingered where the host had last interviewed her, regal in her white gown. Across the hall she spotted Mom. Monica one of her fellowship woman moving around taking in the moment.âMon