Lola’s POVA wave of silence swept through the enormous arena as the lights dimmed and the announcer called the next designer. My name echoed across the world best stage. For a second, I simply stood behind the curtail, my heart beat hard against my ribs. The music began, and the first model stepped onto the runway. One after another, my designs filled the runway, and I stared carefully at the audience who watched in complete silence. The cameras clicked endlessly, I inhaled telling myself that was a good sign. When the final music note changed, the curtains parted again. This time, I walked out. The last piece was mine to show off. The gown hugged my body before flaring dramatically from the thighs down. It was a deep wine-red dress, covered in delicate bead-work that shimmered like scattered stars. The off-shoulder neckline framed my collarbones, while the long flowing train followed behind me.This was my reborn dress, a new me. I stopped at the center of the runway, the lig
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