{ZARINA} I stood beside the four tall slim models brought to me from Shanghai, China. My sketches spread across the table like battle plans. Cloth, draft, pattern—these were my weapons. I traced the lines of my designs with my finger, imagining how the silk would catch the light, how the leather would command attention, how the sequins would scatter brilliance like stars. Each outfit carried a piece of me—my authority, my rebellion, my elegance. I wasn’t just dressing them; I was drafting power into fabric. The team and I had a whole week to come up with something fucking thrilling and magnificent for one of the massive industries in Paris, France. “Come on guys. Step up your fucking ass game. We have a runway dress to present,” I yelled from my seat. I didn't wink my eyes all through the night. Every one of us stayed awake just to get the whole pattern in place— yet it was dragged out till the entire day. My brain melted. It was a brain freeze. I was fucking exhau
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